My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 1044

Chapter 1044: Unfamiliar

At this moment, in a hotel in Hance City.

The man had woken up early and had made a simple effort to tidy himself up, but he still exuded a sense of desolation.

His beard had not been shaved for several days, but this morning, he had borrowed a razor from the hotel owner to groom himself a bit.

No matter how he tried to groom himself, there was an observable change in him compared to his previous self.

He stood by the window, looking outside. Due to its location outside the urban area of Hance City, most of the people coming and going were local residents, and the atmosphere was somewhat disorderly. However, given his current state, he couldn't care less about this.

He took a deep breath and left the room. As he was leaving, the hotel owner couldn't help but ask, "Sir, your two-week room fee is almost used up. Would you like to extend your stay?"

The man paused for a moment, then continued walking without looking back, his voice somewhat curt, "Yes, I'll extend it. I'll pay you when I come back tonight."

"Alright," the owner replied promptly, as if he feared the man might change his mind.

The man's face looked especially grim. After walking out of the hotel, he hailed a taxi on the side of the road. Once inside the cab, the driver asked, "Where to, sir?"

The man stated the name of a building and then fell silent, sitting quietly in the back seat, looking out of the window.

The journey took nearly forty minutes, and this was during the morning rush hour, so the traffic was quite heavy.

When he reached his destination, the man got out of the cab. He stopped by a green area on the side of the road and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and stood there, smoking. He remained stationary for a long time.

Franklin Bay.

Camille had slept until almost eight in the morning. She was still feeling quite sleepy, but her habit of waking up early had her rising at her usual time. Even if she slept in a bit, it wouldn't make a significant difference.

Camille checked the time on her phone and noticed that the bedroom was still pitch black. She knew that Ayan wanted her to get a good rest.

Camille lay in bed, turned over, stretched, and then got up. She freshened up and changed her clothes. She noticed a series of red marks on her neck and felt an urge to hide them with makeup.

Thankfully, it wasn't too hot that day, or else she might not be able to leave the house.

After Camille was ready, she headed downstairs. The housekeeper saw her and immediately said, "Mrs. Simpson, why didn't you sleep a bit longer? Mr. Simpson specifically instructed us to wake you up after nine!"

"I couldn't sleep anymore. I have some work to take care of at the office."

"In that case, I'll prepare your breakfast right away, and I'll keep it warm for you."

"Thank you."

"Welcome, my lady."

Even though she was just the housekeeper, Camille was always polite and courteous with her.

The housekeeper was dedicated to taking care of Camille and Ayan, ensuring everything ran smoothly, even when they were away for extended periods.

Camille had her breakfast and then set off for the office. She arrived at the office just before nine.

He wore a bitter smile, seemingly filled with helplessness.

Camille was becoming increasingly unsure of how to respond to Preston's directness. She instinctively pursed her lips and tightened the grip of her hand on her side. Her voice remained calm but slightly distant as she said, "Preston, I believe such questions are unnecessary. If you have something to discuss with me, please go ahead, as I have work to attend to shortly. Is that alright?"

Camille's attitude was excessively cold, which seemed to displease Preston. But he believed that it was Ayan's influence that had caused Camille to ignore him. This thought made Preston feel uncomfortable.

His face tightened, his voice grew low and hoarse, and his dark eyes remained fixed on Camille as he said, "Cami, is it that I can't see you when there's no particular reason? Aren't we friends? It's normal for friends to meet up now and then, isn't it? Is it because I've lost everything that you've become unfamiliar to me?"

Camille furrowed her brows, feeling both amused and exasperated. "Preston, I've never thought this way. So I don't know why you keep having such thoughts. You're making it really difficult for me to respond."

Camille felt quite speechless, and her patience was wearing thin. Preston's reaction made his face darken, and he continued to stare at her, emphasizing, "It's not because of what I'm thinking. It's because of how your attitude toward me has made me think this way."

"Do you know why my attitude towards you has changed from before?" Camille asked.

Preston's tone grew somewhat urgent as he questioned, "I know it's because of Ayan. Ayan has changed the dynamics between us, and that's why you've become distant. You don't see me as a friend anymore, right?"

His emotions were making his expression shift from handsome to something more sinister, a fact that made Camille incredibly uncomfortable. She felt a sense of unease around him and the fear that he might resort to violence at any moment.

Camille discreetly assessed Preston, her eyes reflecting her guarded stance. She glanced around, hoping for the unlikely chance that a colleague would arrive late to work or that she would spot Yessica sneaking out for coffee during work hours.

However, not all wishes come true, and sometimes even the smallest hopes seem as elusive as the moon.

With a resigned sigh, Camille raised her gaze back to Preston. She said, "Preston, why do you constantly bring Ayan into our discussions?"