My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181: Complicated

Camille was also taken aback, looking at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes. It seemed as if her gaze was saying, "I've already reflected on myself, why are you asking me where I went wrong?" Although she did make a mistake, being asked so seriously left Camille with an indescribable feeling. It just made her uncomfortable.

Camille blinked lightly, her expression slightly stiff. The next moment, she heard the man ask, "Have you figured it out? Where do you think you went wrong?"

"Not contacting Preston?" This didn't seem like a mistake either because Ayan had already said that they should handle their own matters separately, and he wouldn't interfere with her interactions with Preston. It was a fact that Preston had helped her with many things, which couldn't be changed or erased. Even though many things had happened afterward, Preston had indeed made sacrifices for her. Ayan had told Camille early on that she shouldn't feel too much pressure, so it couldn't be considered a mistake, right?

After careful consideration, Camille asked again, following up, "Not giving him a chance to defend himself regarding the online incident?"

Camille tentatively asked, and Ayan didn't interrupt her throughout. After she finished speaking, he didn't show any sign of nodding in response. His clear black-and-white eyes just gently stared at her, as if waiting for her to continue.

But Camille had already finished reflecting on herself. She had asked herself in her mind if she had said everything she should or shouldn't have said. She frowned slightly, looking at Ayan and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Did you finish speaking?"

"Yes, I finished. So, do you have something to say?"

Their eyes met, and his voice sounded without any emotion, "I don't have anything to say. I just feel that these reflections of yours are not important."

Camille was confused by Ayan's words, so didn't he think that she was reflecting on her actions just now?

Camille's expression stiffened as she looked at Ayan. She asked, "What did I say wrong? I know you're concerned about me meeting Preston, but we didn't meet alone. Sienna accompanied me, even though she didn't go inside the cafe. There were other people in the cafe at that time, not just the two of us, so I..."

"That's not what I'm talking about." He interrupted Camille's words with a gentle voice, then corrected her, "I don't find any of the reflections and self-reflections you just mentioned satisfactory because you haven't done anything wrong. I've already told you before that meeting and contacting him are your affairs. I just advised you to minimize contact if it's not necessary. That's all. And the self-reflection you mentioned just now, I don't think it's necessary at all. We're a couple, so there's no need for us to be so cautious as if we're dealing with others."

He gazed at Camille, reaching out to pull her into his embrace. He held her waist, lowering his gaze to look into her eyes, and said, "What did you think I was going to say? Did you think I would say that your self-reflection wasn't enough?"

Camille remained silent, which was an admission to what he said.

He laughed and said, "Don't overthink, you know?"

Camille pursed her lips and softly replied, "It's your serious demeanor that made me overthink. Do you know that?"

"Was it my fault?" he asked with a smile.

Camille lightly pushed his chest and then leaned her head against him. She said, "Actually, what I said just now was sincere. Sometimes, I don't even know what's wrong with me. I'm torn between contradictions, being soft-hearted, and self-reflection. I have a lot on my mind, and my emotions are complicated."

"Then open your heart and don't think too much. You can rely on me at any time without any worries. As for Preston, with me around, he won't dare to do anything," Ayan said.

Ayan's words were not just to comfort Camille. He had always thought this way.

Horace, however, showed no trace of fear. He calmly walked towards his desk and sat on his office chair before lifting his gaze to look at Preston. Indifferently, he asked, "Mr. Walker, did you come so early just to sit in my office for a while?"

Naturally, that wasn't the case, and he knew it. He deliberately said it that way.

Preston took a silent deep breath and then stood up, walking towards the desk. He initially thought Horace would come directly to him or sit on the sofa and talk to him. But unexpectedly, Horace went straight to his desk, treating him as if he were a subordinate reporting work.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Preston couldn't show any excessive emotions. He discreetly glanced at Horace and then finally spoke in a low voice, responding to Horace's earlier question, "Indeed, there are some matters I'd like to discuss with Mr. Burris."

By using the word "discuss," it was evident that even Horace hadn't anticipated it. But even the secretary knew that it probably wasn't something good. How could Horace not be aware of it?

Horace didn't expose him but simply gave him a faint look and said, "Mr. Walker, if you have something to say, just say it directly. It's not a matter for discussion. After all, Mr. Walker was personally arranged by Mr. Armstrong himself. If there's something important, it would be more appropriate to discuss it directly with Mr. Armstrong."

Horace's reminder made Preston's expression stiffen. After all, the meeting Brody arranged to announce his promotion had fallen through, making him the subject of ridicule and mockery among the Armstrong Corp executives. He couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. He held a great deal of resentment and dissatisfaction towards Brody.

However, in front of Horace, he had to maintain a friendly attitude. After all, he came to see Horace today with a purpose.

Since he hadn't achieved his goal yet, he couldn't afford to have an extreme reaction or behave impulsively. Even though Horace's words were harsh and hit him directly in the heart, he still had to maintain a gentle demeanor.

The two of them locked eyes in a staring contest, with Horace showing no signs of backing down. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face as he continued to gaze at Preston.