My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 987: Dizziness

Chapter 987: Dizziness

Camille's reaction revealed her thoughts, and Ayan's expression naturally soured. He narrowed his eyes and displayed a faint displeasure as he said, "Of course, I know what I'm saying. So, you're not willing?"

"Ayan, can we talk about this when we get back? Now is not the time for this discussion. We just came out, and the staff might complain about us causing a scene.”

"We have the freedom to do as we please, right? We're the ones involved, so why should we care about what others think?" Ayan replied, somewhat self-assured.

This left Camille at a loss for words. She blinked her eyes, momentarily unsure of what to say.

After a brief silence, she spoke up, "I understand your point. Even if we don't care about others’ opinions, we shouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves. If we go back in right now, won't the people waiting in the lobby see us? It's a crowded place, and who knows what rumors might spread.”

Camille attempted to convince Ayan and patiently explain the reasoning behind her words.

But at this moment, Ayan couldn't care less. His mind was fixed on his proposal, and he couldn't be swayed from it.

He stared into Camille's eyes, as if trying to see through her. "So, are you saying that if no one gossips, you'll agree to remarry me?"

Camille was once again taken aback, not knowing how to respond. However, Ayan seemed quite confident. "I'll arrange it now, either clearing the area or offering them incentives to keep quiet if necessary." Camille almost wanted to open Ayan's head to see what was going on inside. Why couldn't he understand?

Camille felt utterly helpless, and it was emotionally draining.

She tightly bit her lip and said, "Please don't do this.”

Ayan remained silent, his face still displaying a mixture of annoyance and frustration, making Camille even more exasperated.

She reached out and gently touched Ayan's arm, speaking in a very gentle tone. “Ayan, doing this might just give people something to talk about. So much has happened recently, and I really don't want to be the subject of gossip."

He continued to remain silent.

Camille was in a difficult spot.

She lightly bit her lip, thinking quickly. Her voice turned even more tender as she said, "Let's go back for now. I have work this afternoon.” Ayan's brows furrowed, and his expression grew colder. His voice remained low. "Are you saying you don't want to remarry me?"

He regretted agreeing so easily and wished he had found another way to ease her dissatisfaction. Now that they were divorced for real, she seemed unwilling to remarry him.

This made Ayan feel like their relationship was slipping out of his control, leaving him uncertain.

He wouldn't reveal this to Camille; instead, he suppressed his emotions.

Camille had no idea about the turmoil inside him. She just didn't know how to explain things to avoid misunderstandings.

But just as Camille was struggling with her response, Ayan's phone rang. It was Kian calling.

Something seemed amiss, as Ayan's face didn't look too pleasant, and his tone was aloof. He answered, "Alright, in about an hour.”

After saying that, Ayan hung up and cast one deep look at Camille before starting the engine and driving away.

Ayan drove Camille back to Franklin Bay, and Camille took the initiative to ask, "Has something happened?”

His gaze remained on the road ahead, his expression calm. He replied, “It's about Cora. She's at the police station now. Originally, we were just waiting for the legal procedures to charge her. But last night, she suddenly applied for bail and requested that the police provide her with a lawyer."

Camille's face also turned cold, her voice devoid of warmth. She asked, "Is she confident she can get away with this?"

"Probably not."

"So, what's her purpose in doing this? It seems like an unnecessary move. Is she up to something?" Camille looked at Ayan, her tone indifferent.

Ayan freed one hand and gently held Camille's hand. He said, "No, I won't allow anything unexpected. She must be held accountable for what she's done."

Camille was still holding Ayan's hand, and she smiled faintly. “Is your determination this time decided by that she told me we were never divorced?"

"Partly," Ayan replied nonchalantly. "Originally, I thought leaving her in there would be a harsher punishment. But since she's finding ways to get out, it seems my approach was flawed. So, it's better to let the police handle it."

Camille nodded, agreeing with Ayan's decision.

Upon returning to Franklin Bay, the car came to a stop, but Ayan didn't let go of her hand. Camille didn't rush him; she didn’t want him to start trouble again.

So, she patiently sat there with him in silence.

Camille didn't react, but Ayan eventually broke the silence by asking, "Nothing on your mind to say?"

Camille looked at him. "Say what?"

Their eyes met, and his gaze grew deeper. He seemed to be gradually warming up, and the temperature inside the car unknowingly rose.

His pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly, and his throat rolled as he spoke in a husky voice, "I've already made such a big sacrifice today. Aren't you going to make it up to me?"

Camille lightly pursed her lips and asked, "What kind of compensation do you want?"

“Then you have to hae to think about it," he replied, a bit playful.

Her smile deepened, and she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. But just as she was about to pull away, he took the initiative.

He held the back of Camille's head firmly, leaving her no room to escape or refuse. He had wanted to do this since he first saw her this morning. She was all dressed up. Who was she dressing up for? Who was she trying to impress with her appearance?

As these thoughts ran through his mind, he felt no mercy. The kiss continued until Ayan was satisfied.

His eyes took on a crimson hue, and his forehead touched Camille's as he spoke in a husky tone, “I'm moving back in tonight, and you won't send me away."

His tone was domineering, not a negotiation but an announcement. Camille remained silent, her head spinning, and she didn't want to say another word.

She looked at him with a sulking expression, and Ayan found it adorable. So, he cupped her cheek and kissed the corner of her lips. "Do you want me to escort you inside?"

Camille pushed him away with force and then wordlessly opened the car door and got out.

Ayan watched her reaction with an undisguised smile, clearly in a very good mood. He was entirely different from the man who had just left the Civil Affairs Bureau.

He looked through the car window at Camille, then said softly, "I'll come back tonight to have dinner with you."

"No, I don't want to eat with you. I have to be with Timmy tonight. You can dine by yourself!" Camille replied without looking at him.

Ayan wasn't angry; his smile still lingered on his face. His thin lips curved, and then he calmly stepped on the gas, driving towards Simpson Group.

After a while, Ayan arrived at the Simpson Group office.

Kian followed him inside, holding several files, and began briefing him on Cora's situation.

Kian said, "I've contacted Logan. He suggests that we proceed according to Cora's wishes. Our evidence is enough to convict her, and right now, she's just putting up useless resistance."

Ayan sat down at his desk, a cold and stern expression on his face. He spoke in a chilly tone, “I refuse. Who does she think she is? What right does she have to demand a lawyer?"

He didn't care what kind of scheme Cora was planning. He was not going to allow her any chance to refute the charges.