My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 243

Camille pressed her lips slightly and said, "I'm working now. It's not a big company like the Simpson Group, but I need to be responsible for my job. You can go home if you're in a hurry."

Ayan scoffed and kept his angry eyes fixed on her. "You said the company is not as good as the Simpson Group, so come and go home with me."

"The company is not as good as Simpson Group", this sentence was sending some kind of threat. Preston heard this and sensed that something was clearly wrong. He defended, "Mr. Simpson, our company is not as big as Simpson Group, but Mr. Simpson, you still have to respect everyone's work, right? Cami and I have a project to discuss. Isn't Mr. Simpson telling her to go back with you unprofessional?"

"So what?" Ayan's dark eyes were cold and bitter, and he said in a cool tone, "do you think you could sit here and talk to me now without her help?"

Meaning that if it hadn't been for Camille, Preston would have been kicked out of Hance City.

He said it so proudly, but when it came out of his mouth, there was nothing incongruous about it.

His voice was not so soft that the rest of the office heard what he said.

Everyone suddenly looked at them and did not dare to breathe.

Preston also went silenced by his words, trying to hold back the emotions that were about to burst out.

In the end, Preston was unable to defend himself, and said, "Mr. Simpson, you can’t force her to obey you. Cami is your wife and you cannot treat her as your employee or subordinate."

Ayan, however, laughed.

His voice was full of sarcasm. "So? Should I act like you, who hides his true feelings and uses work as an excuse? Since you do have not the courage, I advise you to put away your impossible thoughts thoroughly. As for whether she will listen to me is none of your business."

Ayan stared at him intently, interpreting his every word, but he could not find a way to defend himself.

Preston put on a serious and cool face, stiff but warm.

The atmosphere in the room turned stern.

The two men looked at each other, but it was clear who was winning and who was losing.

After a few seconds of this standoff, Camille stood up and walked out. If she didn't give in, Ayan would continue to say worse things.

She didn't want anyone else to get unnecessarily hurt for her sake.

Coming out of Preston's office, Camille walked straight out of the office building and Ayan followed.

The two remained silent until they got into the car.

Camille looked at him faintly. "Is that funny?"

"Camille, I told you to stay away from him. I don't want to see you getting too close to him."

He looked at her with his deep eyes, and his deep voice was very husky enough, rising from the bones of his throat.

She felt speechless and ridiculous.

She stared at Ayan with a stony look in her eyes. "We were working. What do you think we can do in this company? Besides, I'm pregnant!"

"Camille!"

"There are only two of us here. You don't need to talk so loudly. I can hear you."

Camille's manner was impassive, and her face was expressionless.

Ayan's face was as cold as it could be. "So, you don't listen to what I'm telling you?" he said. "Do you want me to personally take some action on your company so that you will be happy?"

"Ayan, don't you dare!"

Camille suddenly stopped, not expecting him to say such a thing.

He sneered with disapproval and said, "Camille, there is nothing I dare not do. If you don’t keep your distance from him, I will do it."

"Well, whatever you want to do, I can't stop you. After all, you could have gone to see Eileen as soon as she was injured, and you could have carried her to the hospital in your arms. What else you won’t do?"

Ayan twisted his eyebrows, looking a little serious. He finally said in a low voice, " I went there specifically wasn't because she was hurt. It was because I had something to ask her. As for her falling off the horse, it happened after I arrived, it wasn't my intention."

Was that an explanation?