My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: Wry

Camille raised an eyebrow, a faint smile still playing on her lips as she said, "Sure, let's see if Mr. Simpson can afford to provide for me. I can be quite expensive, you know!"

"I like a challenge. If you're too easy to handle, it wouldn't be interesting, right?"

Their gazes locked, and he leaned down slightly, resting his forehead against Camille's. Their eyes met, and in that moment, there was only each other in their eyes.

After Ayan left, Camille went upstairs, took a shower, and as she came out of the bathroom, her phone rang.

She walked briskly to the bedside and picked up her phone. It was a call from Grace.

Camille furrowed her brow slightly, answered the call, and immediately heard Grace's voice from the phone. She said, "Cami, are you... okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Camille replied calmly.

Grace said, "I just heard from Horace what happened. I'm sorry; I didn't think they would dare to do this. I..."

"Grace Simpson!" Camille called out Grace's full name and thanked her directly. She rarely used the term "sis," and she rarely addressed Grace by name like this. Her tone was somewhat stern as she said, "I feel the need to remind you once again. You're not here to apologize or apologize on behalf of anyone else. Why are you saying sorry to me? Did you make me a target for them to scheme against?"

Camille's frustration was evident because Grace always seemed to act this way. Regardless of the situation, Grace consistently apologized on behalf of the Armstrong family, even when it wasn't clear whether an apology would make any difference. She had a tendency to apologize reflexively, and Camille couldn't understand why she felt the need to do so.

Camille felt incredibly frustrated, and she made it clear that she disliked Grace's way of handling it. She narrowed her eyes slightly and took a silent deep breath. Her words left Grace silent, and Camille wasn't sure what Grace was thinking. She didn't care either way. Camille continued, her tone unwavering, "The Armstrong family has indeed wronged me, but this situation isn't something that can be resolved with a simple apology. You, better than anyone else, know how they treated me. If they genuinely wanted to apologize, I could handle it. Even though they're my parents, I believe I can bear it. But I don't need you to speak on their behalf. You can't represent them."

Camille's tone was icy, and Grace certainly felt her anger.

Grace quickly said, "Cami, I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought that it might make you feel better to hear it. Of course, I'm not trying to excuse or explain anything because I know this is not something that can be resolved with a simple apology. I don't know what to say, I just don't want you to grow distant from me. So, I..."

"You're different from them. They are who they are, and you are you. You don't need to be say sorry to me."

Camille had a vague feeling that Grace lacked self-confidence, which was why she tended to apologize unconsciously. Although Grace was excellent in this circle, as Page had carefully trained her, there was an underlying sense of humility in her, as if she always placed herself in the lowest position, no matter when or where. This aspect of Grace troubled Camille.

Camille pursed her lips, her expression somewhat muted, her brows furrowed tightly. Her voice was not as harsh as before, and she said, "You're very good, and you haven't done anything wrong. So, you don't need to be so humble. I hope you can be more confident."

However, Ayan just smiled faintly, his gaze indifferent. He seemed rather unimpressed by the words. He casually asked, "Do you need my help in reporting this to the police? Or would you prefer me to directly contact the media in Chesen City and have them report this matter?"

Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley were both taken aback. Their expressions turned grave. They probably didn't want Chesen City's media or more people to know about their visit to Hance City and the details of it.

Ayan squinted slightly, and the smile on his lips disappeared. He spoke in a dispassionate tone, "You want someone else to maintain your reputation, and that's none of my business. But you shouldn't harbor any thoughts about my woman. I've already warned you. If you persist in doing this, the consequence will be the loss of both your wealth and freedom. Speaking of which, what you're doing isn't much different from human trafficking. If I report this to the authorities, the two of you might not leave Hance again, and it might even affect the entire Wesley family, including your comatose son."

Mr. Wesley's expression shifted slightly, and Ayan's words made him feel a sense of dread. He seemed to be contemplating the real consequences behind these words. After a brief silence of more than ten seconds, he raised his eyes to meet Ayan's gaze and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's not about what I want, it's about what you want. At this point, what is your plan?" Ayan sat in the center of the sofa, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the two of them. His presence was formidable, and he exuded an undeniable aura of intimidation. Even Mr. Wesley, who had been in the business world for many years and was older than Ayan, had never encountered someone with such charisma.

Mr. Wesley remained silent, pondering what he should do next.

Mrs. Wesley gently tugged on Mr. Wesley's sleeve, her expression becoming increasingly anxious. However, Mr. Wesley didn't immediately respond. Mrs. Wesley couldn't wait any longer and asked, "We gave money to the Armstrong family. Now, you won't allow us to take Camille with us. Does that mean our money has gone to waste?"

"Did I take the money, or did Camille?" Ayan asked with a wry smile.