My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Chatting

Kian immediately shone a light on Ayan, scanning him for any visible injuries. Apart from some marks on his black suit from the struggle, there were no obvious harm.

Ayan immediately walked towards the direction where Camille was held captive, with Kian following closely behind. His voice was sharp, "It's late, so finding Austin might be difficult. But we're far from the downtown of Hance City. Immediately block all the exits nearby. And has Logan been notified?"

"He's been notified. And he's outside waiting with some people."

"Good, let Logan's men help do it."

Kian nodded, giving the necessary instructions. Then he accompanied Ayan to find Camille.

The two people guarding Camille had already slipped away upon hearing the commotion, but Ayan wouldn't let them off the hook.

Ayan found Camille in a pitch-black room. She was crouched in a corner, her eyes covered, and her mouth gagged. Her hair was disheveled, and her casual clothes were covered in dirt and dust from the struggle.

She sat there huddled, motionless. Because her face was covered, her expressions and eyes couldn't be clearly seen, but Ayan still sensed her fear and terror.

He approached with large strides, pulling her into his embrace, while Kian and the others waited at the door, not intruding.

Camille stiffened at Ayan's touch, her whole body freezing.

Sensing her unease, Ayan immediately spoke gently, "It's me. Sorry, I'm late."

Ayan removed the blindfold and untied the towel from her mouth. Due to being covered for too long, and with the darkness of the night, Camille couldn't see clearly for a moment, but as soon as she realized it was Ayan, her moods improved slightly.

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "I..."

"I know everything, don't speak for now. Let's leave this place first." He directly carried her in his arms and walked out. Kian, seeing this, immediately draped the coat he had in his hand over Camille. The coat was in Ayan's car, as he had prepared it just in case.

Ayan's face darkened, while Camille buried her head in his embrace. The two of them silently walked out of the unfinished villa, all the way to the front gate where his car was parked. He supported her to sit in the back seat and sat beside her. He instructed Kian, "Let's head back to Maple Leaves Mansion."

Camille didn't speak during the journey because she was exhausted. Despite being confined to a room all this time, she couldn't rest at all, as her emotions remained tense. As a result, she was particularly fatigued.

Even now, she didn't dare to truly fall asleep. She felt a strong sense of insecurity.

On the way back to Maple Leaves Mansion, Kian's phone didn't stop ringing. He continuously received calls from the security team. They had captured a few people, but there was still no news about Austin and his assistant.

Several people escaped before they arrived, dispersing in different directions.

So, no one knew where Austin had gone?

But the search was ongoing.

Upon returning to the vicinity of Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan carried Camille out of the car. Initially, she intended to walk on her own, but Ayan refused.

He said, "Let me carry you upstairs, give me a chance, hmm?"

His voice was very gentle, the kind of tenderness that was full of concern.

Ayan held Camille in his arms and said to Kian, "I'll leave it to you to handle things. Call me once you find him."

"I understand."

Kian nodded, watching the two of them walk into the hallway before driving away.

Ayan carried Camille all the way back home, gently placing her on the sofa, and then said, "I'll go run a bath for you. Take a bath, have something to eat, and get a good night's sleep, okay?"

Camille nodded, and as Ayan went to the bathroom to fill the bathwater, she remained motionless, lost in her own thoughts.

All the memories in her mind kept replaying like movie scenes, starting from the moment she was deceived out of Maple Leaves Mansion and forced into a car. She was in a constant state of fear and nervousness.

Those people covered her mouth and blindfolded her eyes. She would resist and they would slap her hard. Even now, her head and cheeks still throbbed with pain.

Camille hadn't eaten lunch, but she didn't feel particularly hungry because all her body's reactions were distracted by other emotions.

Now, smelling the delicious food, she began to feel a bit hungry. Ayan served her half a bowl of chicken soup. "Have some soup first."

"Thank you." Camille's voice was a bit hoarse as she reached out and took the soup. She took a sip, and it tasted good.

During the meal, Ayan spent most of the time serving her, taking care of her appetite. Although she hadn't eaten much all day and had been through a lot, her appetite wasn't great. She only managed to eat half a bowl of rice and didn't want to continue.

Seeing her set the bowl aside, Ayan asked with concern, "Doesn't it suit your taste? Should I ask Auntie to come and cook for you?"

Camille shook her head. "I'm full. Hurry up and eat, you haven't had dinner yet!"

Ayan nodded and gently pinched her cheek, then started eating.

He ate quickly and with elegance. In fact, watching him eat was also a kind of enjoyment.

After Ayan finished his meal, he tidied up the takeout box and placed it aside, then looked at Camille and asked, "Do you want to rest or watch TV?"

Camille met his gaze and said, "Can you chat with me?"

Ayan nodded, took her hand, and sat her down beside him. Then Camille spoke softly, "Is it because of Cora that Austin wanted to use me to threaten you?"

Ayan didn't deny it. He said, "That's mostly the reason, but it's not entirely because of Cora. There have been long-standing grievances, and he couldn't directly do anything to me, so he came up with a way to threaten me through you. Don't worry, I will pay back what he did to you. I won't let Austin go."

Camille remained silent, leaning quietly against his chest.

His voice deep and low, he asked, "Why aren't you speaking? What are you thinking?"

She pursed her lips and asked the question that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time. She asked, "Ayan, is Cora important to you? If you hand her over to Austin, he won't have any reason to target you anymore, and you can save yourself a lot of trouble. Why don't you do that?"