My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1138

Chapter 1138: Variety

Is the real meaning behind these words really like this?

Camille's lips curled into a slight smile. Since he said that, Camille couldn't directly expose the true meaning behind his words. She just nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I understand. Anything else you want to instruct, Mr. Simpson?"

She tilted her head, blinking gently. Today, not only did her clothing style undergo a significant change, but she also deliberately applied exquisite makeup, commonly known as a natural look. It made her face more three-dimensional, especially her eyes, seemingly capable of enchanting anyone. Ayan couldn't control himself; he lifted her chin, bent down, and kissed her lips passionately before leaving the office.

Ayan's actions gave the impression that if he didn't leave now, he might never leave. Camille's cheeks instantly turned slightly red.

Camille tightly pursed her lips, her expression shy. Even after so long, facing Ayan, she still felt her heart pounding.

Camille slightly pursed her lips, a particularly obvious smile in her eyes. She sat on the sofa without any movement for a long time.

After a while, wearing Ayan's suit jacket, Camille stood up and walked out of the office. Ayan didn't need Kian's company for today's meeting, so Kian was working at his own desk.

Camille had already greeted Kian through Yessica, so she directly spoke, "Kian, do you have time? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."

Kian immediately consented and walked into the office.

Camille got straight to the point, "You probably know what happened, right? I think this matter doesn't need him to know because I don't want it to escalate, especially when Grandpa is in the hospital. If it gets big, I'm afraid the media or someone with ill intentions will dig out Grandpa's hospitalization, which would be detrimental to his recovery."

"Mrs. Simpson, you're right. What do you want to do?"

"I just took a set of photos. Find a reliable media outlet and release them."

"Okay, I'll do it now."

"Well, thank you."

"Mrs. Simpson, it's my duty."

Kian nodded and then left the office.

Camille sent the photos to Kian via email. They were all in high resolution, clearly showing Camille's face. Sending them out would undoubtedly debunk any rumors.

After Kian's operation, the photos immediately attracted a lot of attention. Compared to the gossip reporter's photos and content, it was clear that this was a rebuttal.

However, some eager gossip consumers still flocked to the gossip reporter's post to ask for updates. Some couldn't wait to see how the truth would unfold.

The gossip reporter didn't respond at all because, at this point, he was like an ant on a hot pot, clueless. In the end, he could only make a call, anxiously inquiring, "What should I do now? Everyone is asking me about the follow-up. What should I do?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The other party's tone was indifferent.

The gossip reporter, of course, couldn't help but be anxious. He said, "What should I do?"

"You don't need to respond at all. Did you name anyone? What can he do to you?"

Hearing this, the gossip reporter realized that there might be some truth to it.

He asked, "So, do I not need to do anything now?"

"Of course, you don't need to do anything."

"Okay."

After this call, the gossip reporter's heart slightly eased; at least, he wasn't as worried as before.

"Now." Camille frowned slightly, her face extremely tense. She said lightly, "He's someone I arranged."

After Camille said this, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ayan also frowned slightly, his expression somewhat indescribable.

He asked, "You arranged for someone to secretly photograph us? So, the way you acted today was to be photographed deliberately?"

After Ayan finished speaking, he laughed.

A slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Tell me, what kind of trick are you playing?"

Camille was asked like this, especially with others around, and she had no idea how to answer.

Camille slightly pursed her lips, her expression unusually cold. She said softly, "Can I tell you later?"

Hearing her answer, Ayan didn't continue to ask. He just gave a glance to the two bodyguards, and then let the bodyguards take the person away.

Camille and Ayan returned to their seats. He stared at Camille without blinking, his voice unusually hoarse. He asked, "Speak, what's going on?"

Camille said softly, "Actually, there's nothing. I just wanted to see how we look under the lens of a hidden camera."

He naturally didn't believe her answer.

So there was no sound, just silently watching her like this. Camille felt a bit uncomfortable being looked at like that, so she raised her eyes to meet his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking at me like that?"