My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Kian went to handle Austin's affairs, and naturally, Ayan didn't mention it to Camille. As for what happened at Norman Group, Camille hadn't paid much attention. She had been busy with work, organizing the illustrations, and hardly had any free time to browse online news. Besides, Norman Group wasn't in Hance City, so only business circles cared about it, along with the local residents and curious netizens.

So, it was normal for Camille to be unaware.

Just now, Camille suddenly remembered her discussion with Ayan about going to Dane City during breakfast. Ayan had said they would decide on the trip after Kian returned. So she asked what Kian was up to.

Ayan remained composed, facing Camille, and replied, "He's dealing with some matters. If everything goes smoothly, he should be back tonight.”

"What is it? Is it something significant?"

She inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her.

The car had just reached the museum, and Ayan turned slightly to face Camille, saying calmly, "What exactly are you trying to find out? Hmm?" “I'm not trying to find out anything. I'm just curious. If it's not a big deal, why did you send Kian personally?"

“It's not a major issue, just some trivial matters."

"Really?"

Camille clearly didn't believe it. If it wasn't anything important, Ayan would have been honest with her. But now, he was being evasive. That clearly meant there was something, right?

Camille couldn't help but speculate and worry, but despite thinking about it, she couldn't be certain of what it was.

Camille pursed her lips and looked at Ayan with a probing gaze. She whispered, “Are you hiding something from me?"

Ayan reached out, gently pinching her cheek, his warm gaze fixed on her eyes. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he said, "If I were really hiding something from you, what would you do?"

He smiled mischievously, and the mischievous glint in his eyes was evident, as if he was waiting for Camille to fall into the trap he had set. Camille didn't dare to give a direct answer to his question. Instead, she stared at him for a while before calmly saying, "Well, if you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask anymore.”

After saying that, Camille genuinely stopped questioning.

Seeing her obedient demeanor, Ayan couldn't help but laugh. He lifted her chin with his hand and chuckled, "You really don't want to know?" "Mmm, really.”

"Is this you being angry?"

Looking at her expressionless face, Ayan felt an even stronger urge to laugh. He couldn't resist teasing her further.

Camille rolled her eyes, feeling utterly speechless. She replied indifferently, "If you don't want to tell me, even if I manage to squeeze it out of you, what's the point?"

Ayan said, "How would you know you can't get me to spill unless you give it a try? Hmm?!"

Camille let out a soft snort, “Forget it. Forcing something out won't make it sweet. If you're willing to tell me, you'll do so voluntarily. If you're not, even if I manage to pry it out, it won't be meaningful, right?" Ayan sensed the teasing in her words, and his smile grew wider. He leaned in, wanting to kiss her, but Camille naturally evaded his advances by leaning back, avoiding the kiss.

Ayan stared at her and said with a smile, "Are you really upset?"

"Not at all!" Camille shook her head and changed the topic. She asked, "Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll get off the car. It's getting late, and I don't want to be late. As the CEO, you should set a good example and not be late. It wouldn't look good for the employees to follow your lead."

Camille couldn't help but laugh at her own sarcastic remark. If someone else had said those words to her, she would have been prepared to retaliate.

But when it came to herself, she remained composed, not showing the slightest expression on her face, just looking at Ayan indifferently. When she mentioned getting off the car, Ayan immediately reached out and tightly held her hand. The smile on his face vanished, leaving a hint of seriousness. In a soft voice, he said, "I didn't mean that, and it's not something that can't be said. I just want to wait until this matter is resolved before telling you. There aren't any concrete results yet, so telling you now would only cause unnecessary worry. So focus on your work. I'll come to pick you up this afternoon, and we'll leave for Dane City tomorrow. Let's go home early today and pack, okay?"

After listening to his sincere words, Camille decided not to press him further.

She nodded in agreement.

But Ayan didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he said, "Can you stop being angry then?"

“I'm not angry!"

"Really?"

"Really," Camille replied, nodding.

Then Ayan said in a casual tone, "Then give me a kiss, hmm?"

Ayan spoke as if he was shamelessly asking for a kiss. Just the thought of his expression and what he would do next made Camille uneasy. Her cheeks turned hot, and his warm breath seemed to linger in her ears, making it difficult for her to calm down.

She didn't even know how she managed to walk back to the museum and take the elevator to the meeting room floor.

She didn't encounter anyone along the way. At this time, most people had already arrived at the meeting room. So when Camille was about to reach the door of the meeting room, she stopped and took a deep breath, trying to adjust her emotions and breathing before knocking on the door to enter.

But as soon as her hand reached for the doorknob, a man's voice came from behind her, "Cami!"

Camille instinctively looked up and saw that Preston had just walked over from the direction of the elevator, approaching her at a leisurely pace.

His gaze was fixed on Camille, and the two of them locked eyes for a moment. Camille was the first to look away and said, "Mr. Baxter." Camille's greeting was a reminder to Preston that they were currently in the museum, where people could come and go at any time, and she hoped he wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

Because she really didn't want any irritating trouble or topics would arise.

Camille's attitude was clear, and Preston understood it perfectly, but he didn't want to understand. He stopped a couple of steps away from Camille, his gaze still fixed on her, and said, "Cami, like what I messaged you before..."

"Mr. Baxter, it's working hours now. If you don't have any work-related matters to discuss, I'll go in first."

After saying that, Camille turned her head to open the door. But Preston grabbed her hand and said, "Cami, can't you listen to my explanation? Why do you always refuse to believe me?"

Camille's face turned cold, her expression extremely unpleasant, and a clear trace of coldness flashed in her eyes. She replied indifferently, “If you insist on asking me why I don't believe you, even after knowing that it would cause me trouble if someone sees us, then I can only tell you that if you truly consider me a friend, you wouldn't make things difficult for me, let alone pressure me like you are now.”

After saying that, Camille's expression remained cold and her face showed a hint of chilling hostility. She squinted her eyes, and her gaze was as sharp as a blade, filled with genuine displeasure and anger. Preston was momentarily stunned, then sluggish for a moment. Camille took advantage of this and pulled her hand away, pushing open the door to the meeting room.

Preston stood there alone, motionless for a long time. His face was frozen, and his phone rang at this moment. After a while, he took it out and answered the call.

It was unclear what the other person said, but his expression became increasingly solemn. Finally, he just uttered, "He's finding trouble for himself!"