My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1209

Chapter 1209: Unexpected Encounter

Camille burst into laughter, "Yeah, we're role-playing divorced ex-husband and ex-wife. Can you believe it? It's actually quite thrilling. Look at how well we're bonding. Life can be so dull sometimes, it needs a little spice."

Camille said it with such conviction that even Sienna couldn't help but widen her eyes. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Do I look like I'm lying to you?" Camille retorted.

Sienna grinned mischievously, "So, tell me, how exciting was it?"

Before Camille could respond, they heard Yessica's voice coming from outside, "Mr. Simpson, why don't you come in?"

Camille and Sienna turned their heads towards the door, realizing that they hadn't noticed Ayan opening the door and standing there, observing them for a brief moment. Camille froze in her tracks, while Sienna felt a touch of embarrassment. After all, their conversation had taken a slightly risqué turn.

Ayan, however, acted as if it was of no consequence. "I was just about to come in," he casually remarked.

Yessica thanked him once again for the coffee and then left to find Kian.

Sienna followed suit and stood up, gently pulling on Camille's arm and whispering, "I'll go out first."

Sienna felt as if she could float on air at that moment.

Approaching Ayan with a somewhat forced smile, she greeted him politely, "Hello."

Normally, she wouldn't be so formal, but Ayan nodded in response, motioning towards the coffee in her hand. "Afternoon tea, please."

Sienna handed it to him, not forgetting to express her gratitude, before she left Camille's office.

Ayan followed suit, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He took a few steps towards Camille, thoughtfully opening her coffee and offering it to her. "Just the way you like it."

Camille reached out to take it, subconsciously bringing it to her lips for a sip. Then she asked softly, "What brings you here?"

"I came to see what you were up to," Ayan replied. He sat down next to Camille, facing her with a slight smile in his eyes. "Turns out I didn't expect you to share our little exciting game."

Camille instinctively reached out to cover his mouth, not wanting him to continue, but Ayan obediently lifted his hand and clasped it around hers. He chuckled, "So, it seems you turned down my proposal for remarriage because you found this kind of role-playing more thrilling? Camille, I never knew you had a taste for such excitement. You should have told me earlier. Perhaps we could have explored some of these thrilling scenarios together."

Camille's cheeks flushed, and she tightly pursed her lips as she whispered, "You're not allowed to say that again, or I'll make it even more exciting for you. Believe me or not?"

"Oh, please," Ayan replied, his lips curling into a smile.

Camille felt completely groundless. How did he hear it? He rarely said such things, and it took a lot of effort for her to say it just once, and now she was caught.

Not knowing what else to say, Camille quickly changed the topic and asked Ayan, "You haven't told me why you're here."

Ayan, deciding not to tease Camille any further, redirected the conversation to the reason for his visit. "There's a dinner party tonight, and I want you to come with me!"

Camille froze. It was rare for Ayan to ask her to accompany him to a dinner party, unless Sienna was also attending. Sienna's aversion to socializing made it an obvious choice for Ayan not to bring her along.

Camille was surprised and taken aback by the request. She looked at Ayan and asked, "What kind of dinner party is it? Is it something important?"

"It's not that important. Have you heard about the Nores Group land? The Nores family isn't officially involved in the project, but they're expected to be part of it once the construction begins under Mario's supervision. I thought it would be a good opportunity to have a dinner together before the project kicks off," Ayan explained briefly, leaving the decision up to Camille. He then asked, "Would you like to come with me?"

"Why don't you stay here for a while? I'll work, and we can leave later," Camille suggested.

Leaning back against the sofa cushions, Ayan's gaze fell warmly upon Camille. "Weren't you just chatting with Sienna to pass the time? Why should you work when I'm here?"

Camille blushed slightly, pursing her lips. "I guess I want to impress you. The new project is about to start, and we'll be recruiting architects. I want to show you my serious and dedicated side."

"Oh!" Ayan nodded, appearing cooperative. He added, "So, you're asking for a shortcut after I witness your performance?"

Camille nodded eagerly. "Exactly! Will you grant me that opportunity?"

"I actually have a better idea that would be more beneficial than rushing through your performance right now. Would you like to hear it?" Ayan proposed.

Camille's expression turned serious as she asked, "What's your idea?"

"Wouldn't it be better if you stayed with me and supported me? Forget about just getting the project from Simpson Group-what if you blew me away entirely?" Ayan suggested mischievously.

Camille couldn't resist pinching his nose and teasingly said, "If Grandpa heard you say that, he might come out of the hospital and give you a beating, don't you think?"

Ayan chuckled, "I think Grandpa would be overjoyed. You know how much he spoils you."

After some contemplation, Camille responded, "You make a valid point. But since you mentioned how Grandpa dotes on me, wouldn't it be faster for me to go directly to him and ask for the project? I'd still have to make you happy, but all it would take is one word to Grandpa, and he wouldn't hesitate to put pressure on you!"

The more Camille thought about it, the more she liked the idea. However, Ayan felt like he had inadvertently stepped on a landmine. He lifted his hand to his forehead, expressing his frustration. "You're taking it a bit too far, don't you think?"