My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 982: Sappy

Chapter 982: Sappy

A handsome face was filled with deep hesitation, and a slight frown appeared between his brows. His profound eyes revealed a touch of warmth despite his inner conflict. He maintained this state for a while before reluctantly unlocking his phone and typing in the familiar numbers. His clean fingertips held a hint of contradiction as he finally pressed the call button.

After a few beeps, the call was quickly answered, and after two or three rings, the other end connected.

A woman's warm voice came through, "Hello?"

"Cami, it's me," he spoke softly.

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and pressed her lips together. "Yes, I know."

Since he called from his own phone, of course, she knew it was him. After Camille's response, Ayan fell silent.

The atmosphere quieted down, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats. Camille asked softly, "Why are you calling me at this time?" Ayan squinted his eyes slightly and his voice lowered, "What are you doing now?"

"Getting ready to go to the Simpson's mansion to see Timmy," Camille replied.

He continued, "Last night was quite late, so I didn't go back to accompany him. When he grows up a bit more, he'll probably hold grudges, won't he?"

His voice carried a low chuckle, and a clear sense of amusement flashed in his brow.

Thinking about Timmy, a small smile tugged at Camille's lips. Her voice remained warm and gentle as she said, "Probably."

Ayan sensed her hesitance in her tone. His deep gaze revealed a touch of seriousness as he asked in a slightly husky voice, "How about having dinner together tonight? There's a new French restaurant. Let's try it."

Camille also hesitated for a moment. She understood that his invitation was not just about having dinner because he had mentioned before when she visited Simpson Group that they should talk seriously about this matter once it was resolved. They couldn't keep avoiding it. Camille bit her lip and her voice sounded a bit stiff as she agreed, "Sure, okay."

“I'll pick you up tonight."

“I can go by myself; just send me the address.”

He insisted, his tone gentle but unwavering, “I'll pick you up.”

While his tone was gentle, there was no room for refusal.

Camille squinted her eyes for two or three seconds, and instead of refusing outright, she said calmly, "Alright."

With that, the phone call ended. Camille sat on the sofa but remained motionless and unresponsive. She had known since the day she found out that Ayan hadn't divorced her that they would have to have a serious conversation about this matter. However, despite the passing days, she still wasn't mentally prepared for it. Instead, she felt nervous. Camille bit her lip, feeling extremely anxious. So, she put on a jacket and went next door to find Sienna.

Due to the recent incidents, both of them hadn't been going to the company for the past couple of days. Yessica was there, and she would handle things well.

After meeting with Sienna, Camille immediately shared her thoughts and feelings. Sienna listened and only asked one question, "Are you still angry about this?"

"Of course," there was no doubt about her emotions regarding this matter. She didn't doubt her feelings about it at all. Even now, when she thought about it, she found it hard to accept the concealment.

Camille bit her lip, her expression slightly cold, and her eyes revealed a touch of warmth. She opened her mouth and said softly, "I'm not afraid to face him; I just don't know how to face him. I even find it difficult to interact with him now."

"Cami, what you're saying is making me worried," Sienna's expression turned serious. "Do you still love him?"

"Of course," Camille answered without hesitation. She continued, "But isn't that a separate issue?"

Loving him was true, but not being able to accept what he had done was also true.

Camille pressed her lips tightly, and her expression grew colder. Sienna quickly responded, "I understand what you mean. Love doesn't mean tolerating everything, right or wrong. That's not an equal relationship, nor is it an equal marriage. If it's equal, then you have the right to express what you don't like and can't accept.”

Camille finally smiled and said, "Well, you know me better than anyone."

"Of course, we're practically inseparable, like closer than half-sisters from different mothers!" Sienna's cheerful words improved Camille's mood. The pressure in her heart gradually eased. Sienna continued, "Since we're going to talk, let's be open and honest about it. Starting the conversation earlier will benefit both of you. Delaying it can affect the relationship.”

Camille nodded lightly, agreeing, "You're right.”

"So, how do you plan to approach this conversation?"

“I don't know, I'll take it step by step and see how he responds.”

"Have you thought about it?" Sienna asked.

Camille didn't hide her feelings and replied, "Yes, I have."

In her heart, she had a clear idea of what Ayan needed to do to make her feel better. While others might view their situation as having all the pieces for reconciliation, she believed that certain issues needed to be resolved clearly. Otherwise, this would linger in her heart, and her trust in Ayan would forever remain in doubt.

Camille bit her lip, her voice tinged with stiffness, and she asked, "Do you think Ayan will understand me?"

Sienna affectionately pinched her cheek and smiled, "You're still concerned about his feelings."

"So, I'm a very contradictory person. On one hand, I care a lot about him, but on the other hand, I have to make sure this issue is resolved. Being so conflicted, I must be annoying, right?"

Camille was feeling anxious about this matter, especially with Fletcher, Talia, and Old Simpson planning to return to Hance soon. She wanted to resolve this before their return so they wouldn't have to worry about it.

Camille pressed her lips slightly, and the expression on her face was a little aggrieved, which made Sienna smile: "Annoying? I love you too much, how can I find you annoying? You mustn't think of yourself like that. No one will think you're annoying, especially Ayan, who will love you until his death.”

Sienna has been watching Ayan's love for Camille until now, and she can clearly feel that Ayan really loves Camille. There are some things that onlookers can clearly see and feel. Of course, this does not only refer to what they can see with their eyes. There are feelings that words can't express.

Camille pressed her lips tightly, her expression slightly dejected. She looked at Sienna and said, "Don't be so cheesy.”

Sienna laughed, "Embarrassed?"

Camille fell silent, but her earlier anxiety had diminished.

She stayed for lunch at Sienna's place, and they watched two movies on the couch. They were so immersed in the films that they felt a bit drowsy. Camille ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Her nap was deep, and she didn't hear the alarm ringing. Even the housekeeper didn't dare to disturb the two of them. They thought they needed the rest after watching movies for so long.

However, by the time it was past six o'clock, Ayan had arrived in Franklin Bay, and he still hadn't seen Camille. She wasn't answering his calls or replying to messages.

Ayan's face was pale, and he sat on the couch in the villa. He asked the maid standing nearby with a low voice, "Has she been out since morning?"

"Yes, she went out early, just said she was going for a walk and called before lunch to say she wouldn't be coming back for the meal.” The housekeeper mentioned that Camille had left wearing casual home attire, but she hadn't specified where she was going. This made Ayan's expression even worse.

Seeing his displeasure, the housekeeper cautiously asked, "Would you like to check next door at Mrs. Ward's house? Maybe she went out with Mrs. Ward."

It was then that Ayan remembered Sienna.

With that thought, he immediately got up and walked briskly towards Sienna and Rex's villa.

When Ayan arrived at Sienna and Rex's villa, he rang the doorbell. The housekeeper answered and recognized Ayan, politely greeting him. Ayan merely nodded lightly and asked in a low voice, "Is my wife here?"