My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883: Staying Up Late

After Ayan finished speaking, Camille instantly understood.

Although Cora wasn't a stunning beauty like a celestial being, she had a mature and elegant aura. However, her actions and deeds had transformed her into a malicious and sinister person. Despite her young age and being Austin's wife, how could she allow herself to approach a man in his fifties?

Judging from Ayan's reaction, the man who did the food procurement at the psychiatric hospital was probably not just looking for a wife; he was likely attracted to Cora's youthful looks and figure.

Both of them had their own purposes, and that's why they quickly got along.

Camille looked at Ayan and asked, "After Cora came out, did she contact that man?"

Ayan shook his head, saying, "No, the reason she came back so late was that I kept an eye on the person who did the procurement and asked him to contact Cora. But Cora didn't leave anything behind, and since the location was in the outskirts, there aren't many surveillance cameras around, making it difficult to track her."

Camille nodded lightly but could see that Ayan's expression seemed troubled.

Camille asked in a low voice, "Are you... really determined to find Cora?"

He met Camille's gaze, not avoiding her eyes, and nodded, "Yes, I must find her."

"Mmm," Camille pressed her lips together, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Are you looking for her only because you're worried she might harm our family, or is there something else?"

"I'm worried she might harm our family because she has serious mental issues. If I don't control the situation, it could be disastrous. Besides, with the situation at Austin's end, it's not a good thing for Cora to escape from me right now."

Ayan's eyes flickered with something unsaid, but he chose not to tell Camille what he was hiding in his heart.

The only thing he could assure was that he had no other intentions regarding Cora.

He kept this matter from Camille not because it was related to him and Cora, but it had nothing to do with Cora.

Thinking about that matter, Ayan's brow furrowed even more, and his expression grew more serious.

Camille didn't press him further and simply said, "It's getting late. Go wash up and rest."

Ayan lowered his gaze. "Mm, you go ahead and sleep. I'll take a shower."

He reached out and touched Camille's cheek before getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

Camille watched his retreating figure, and it took her a while to ease the slight frown on her brow. However, the emotions in her heart remained unresolved.

She had a feeling that there was something Ayan wasn't telling her about Cora's sudden disappearance. She couldn't believe that Cora was truly that important. If she was so important, why would Ayan lock her up in a psychiatric hospital in the suburbs? He could have simply sent someone to keep an eye on her after sending her abroad, which would have been a safer and more secure option.

Since Cora was being punished by being confined in the hospital, she couldn't be that important. But if she wasn't important, why did Ayan waste so much time dealing with her? A man like Ayan, who wouldn't even compromise on billion-dollar deals, wouldn't be so busy if she wasn't important to him.

So, what was really hidden behind all this?

Camille turned around, her expression complicated, but she closed her eyes before Ayan came out.

If Ayan didn't want to tell her, she would pretend not to know.

They had stayed up late that night, so they both woke up late the next day.

His mind was still pondering where Cora might have gone.

Until Camille spoke up, "Ayan? Aren't you going to the company tonight?"

Hearing Camille's voice, he finally looked up, and the seriousness on his face vanished, replaced by a gentle smile. He said, "I'll take half the day off today and stay home with you." He reached out to Camille and asked in a soft voice, "Why didn't you sleep a bit longer?"

Camille walked over and sat next to him, leaning her head gently against his shoulder. She spoke softly, "Didn't you stay up late thinking about resting this morning? Don't tell me it's to accompany me. I won't buy that excuse."

"If it was really just staying up late, I would have gone to the company right away. It's not like I've never pulled an all-nighter before."

"So, are you really doing this to accompany me?"

"Yes, I didn't get to have dinner with you last night, so I want to make it up to you today. How about that?" He reached up and gently touched her hair, pulling her into his embrace. He said, "I've already contacted Rex and the others. We'll have lunch together at Sienna's restaurant."

"Mr. Simpson, you really know how to do business. Even though you stood us up, you still want to go to Sienna's restaurant. So, who's going to accompany whom to dinner?"

Camille immediately sat up straight, her expression accusing as she stared at him.

Ayan smiled faintly, and his voice became even gentler. He kept looking at Camille without blinking as he said, "Alright, alright. It's my fault for standing you up. Let me treat you to this meal. The reason I chose Sienna's restaurant is because there's no harm for her to make my money!"

"Fine, since you want to give her your money, I'll set the price."

"Okay, I'll follow your lead. But you can't be mad at me, alright?"