My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061: Concern

Camille bit her lip, trying not to burst into laughter. She said, "I didn't think that way. I just didn't realize you were considering so much. Either I'm too naive, or you're exceptionally thoughtful."

Camille certainly couldn't admit that she had indeed thought that way just a moment ago.

Ayan let out a soft snort, clearly not believing that it was that simple. His voice held a hint of amusement as he said, "I genuinely don't want you to be alone with him, so what do you say?"

"No problem, I just think you've thought it through nicely," Camille said, suppressing a smile.

Ayan snorted lightly and said, "Well, let's get going then."

The two of them held hands and left the villa. After getting into the car, Ayan sent a message to Kian, saying, "I'm heading to Maple Leaves Mansion now. Estimate the time yourself, and give me a call about an hour after I arrive at Maple Leaves Mansion."

Once Kian had replied, Ayan stepped on the gas and drove away from Franklin Bay.

Camille glanced at him and asked casually, "Are you always this cautious?"

"In exceptional times, caution is paramount," Ayan replied.

"Alright."

Camille simply nodded and didn't disturb Ayan's driving any further.

Upon reaching Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan and Camille took the elevator to Ayan's apartment in this building. They hadn't been there for a while. As they held hands and entered the elevator, Camille couldn't help but say, "It feels good to live here. When Timmy gets a bit older, maybe we should move back here."

It was a bit smaller, but it felt warm and cozy.

Although their current residence was excellent, it was too large. If one of them was away, it felt empty, unlike the apartment where even when alone, it felt warm and inviting.

Ayan chuckled lightly and said, "Did we move in together?"

Camille rolled her eyes at him and replied, "No, I moved over here by myself. You just misheard me. I was only saying that I moved over here, not 'we' moved over here. It's just me."

She said it on purpose. Recently, Ayan had been provoking her quite a bit. Sometimes he would tease her until she was on the verge of a breakdown before he'd stop.

Watching her get angry, Ayan's smile grew wider, and only during these moments would he truly stop teasing Camille.

At this point, they had reached Ayan's apartment floor.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Ayan didn't rush to open the door. Instead, he held Camille's hand and stood still in front of the elevator doors.

Camille looked at him puzzled and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We'll wait here for a moment," he said in a soft voice.

Camille didn't rush either and simply waited with him in silence.

The elevator had now started to descend. Ayan fixed his gaze on the bouncing floor numbers, waiting for it to display the first floor. But the elevator made several stops on different floors, and a couple of minutes later, it stopped on another floor. This continued a few times, and it took nearly ten minutes. Only then did Ayan retract his gaze and lead Camille by the hand toward his apartment.

His actions had made Camille realize his intentions, and she asked softly, "Are you afraid someone is following us?"

Ayan nodded.

The two entered the apartment, and Horace and Grace were already waiting inside.

Seeing Camille and Ayan, both Horace and Grace turned their attention towards them. Ayan had given them the password in advance, so Horace had asked Grace to come ahead to prevent being noticed. He had even arranged a simple disguise for her.

Camille looked at Grace, who appeared visibly thinner. It was probably because she hadn't seen anyone from the Armstrong family for a long time, coupled with recent events that Grace got teary-eyed upon seeing Camille.

Grace tightly pressed her lips and blinked, her eyes locked onto Camille as she choked up and called out in a soft, hoarse voice, "Cami!"

She softly called Camille's name.

Camille responded with a casual, "Are you fine."

Grace bit her lip and raised her eyes to meet Camille's. She spoke softly, almost in a whisper, "Actually, I do."

"Then go ahead and say it."

"I want to ask if the Armstrong family is doing well."

Camille had guessed that this would be the question. So, when Grace asked, Camille's expression remained unchanged. She simply smiled and said, "You still care about the Armstrong family?"

"Cami, I..."

"I can understand it, actually. They've been very kind to you, there's no doubt about that. I can't push or expect you to feel the same way about them as I do, just because my feelings toward them have faded. But there's something I need to tell you now, and I hope you won't get too excited or suddenly decide to go back to the Armstrong family to find out. Can you do that?" Camille spoke with indifference, her gaze unwavering. There was no emotion on her face as she said, "But, I hope you understand and accept what I'm about to tell you."

Camille's expression was deadly serious, and she seemed to carry a heavy weight in her demeanor.

Grace was taken aback and pondered Camille's words carefully. After a moment, she asked in a hushed tone, "What's going on?"

"First, promise me, can you do that?" Camille's face was intense.

Grace looked somewhat bewildered, but after a brief silence, she nodded and said, "I can. I promise."

"Good." Camille trusted her, and since Grace had agreed, she would surely follow through. Slowly, Camille began, "Their feelings and relationships aren't as rosy as they appear. They're both using you and me for their individual gains."

Camille informed Grace about Brody and how she had heard it directly from Page. Worried that Grace might not believe her, she added, "If it weren't for her telling me all this, I wouldn't casually make things up. It serves me no purpose. I wouldn't stoop to that level."

Grace was likely in shock, and after Camille's explanation, she remained unresponsive for a while.

Her face turned pale, frozen, and she opened her mouth several times, but no words came out.

Camille maintained her silence, giving Grace the space to process it all.