My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 894

Chapter 894: Regret

In the end, Camille didn't answer the question because a knock on the office door interrupted their conversation after Ayan asked.

Camille didn't want to continue the topic either. She reminded Ayan calmly, "You should focus on your work. If there's anything urgent, it wouldn't be good to delay it."

Ayan remained silent, his deep gaze still fixed on Camille until the knock on the door came again. He stood up from the sofa, walked back to his desk, and replied in a low and cold tone, "Come in."

The assistant entered the office with some documents for Ayan to sign. He sensed that something was off in the office atmosphere and felt a chill down his spine.

Was the air conditioning too cold?

All he wanted now was to get Ayan to sign the documents and leave the office as soon as possible, or he might freeze to death.

Ayan continued to work, and Camille sat on the sofa, looking at her phone.

The two of them spent the entire morning without much interaction.

At around half-past eleven, Ayan finished his work.

He looked up at Camille, who had closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the sofa. His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously as he walked over to her.

He bent down and lifted her up from the sofa. Camille opened her eyes the next second.

Looking at him, she asked, "Done with work?"

"Tired?" he inquired softly.

The two of them almost spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.

Both pairs of eyes met, and he asked, "Feeling sleepy? Why don't you rest in the lounge for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy. I've just been looking at my phone for too long and wanted to rest my eyes. So, can you put me down now?" Camille shifted uneasily. If someone walked in and saw them like this, it would be awkward. She just wanted to get down quickly since they were in the office.

After all, it was the office.

However, Ayan didn't seem to have the same notion. He showed no concern about being seen and said, "I don't care if anyone will see it."

Camille felt he was still holding a grudge about their conversation earlier, so she changed the topic directly. "I'm hungry. Can we go eat now?"

"Sure."

Ayan nodded and put her down before holding her hand and leaving the office.

He took Camille to a Cantonese restaurant near Simpson Group. As they arrived at the restaurant's parking lot, Ayan noticed something amiss.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced through the rearview mirror and saw a van parked nearby with someone inside, showing no intention to leave.

Camille had already unfastened her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when she noticed that Ayan hadn't made any move. She asked, "Ayan, why aren't you getting out of the car?"

Ayan glanced indifferently at the rearview mirror, then nodded softly. Only then did he unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car with Camille.

He didn't show any unusual behavior, calmly walking into the restaurant with Camille.

He deliberately chose a table by the window, from where he could see where he had parked the car.

Camille noticed Ayan ws looking at somewhere and followed his gaze. However, before she could turn her head completely, Ayan's hand pressed against hers.

He put down the phone and served soup for Camille, his gaze gentle as he stared at her. He asked, "Who were you chatting with?"

Camille locked her phone and took the soup from him, responding nonchalantly, "A handsome guy."

Ayan couldn't help but chuckle. "How handsome? Should we look together?"

"No, I'm afraid you'd get upset if you see," Camille shook her head, took a few sips of the soup, and asked, "Ayan, won't it be dangerous for Sean if you ask Kian to withdraw the protection?"

This was a topic they had discussed on the phone earlier. Although Sean had recorded the video and scheduled its release, he refused to let the police withdraw their protection. In fact, he wanted Kian to be with him at all times. Sean was extremely anxious and afraid, fearing that Preston would harm him or send someone to kill him. Thus, he lived in constant anguish.

However, having the police involved for too long wasn't appropriate. Not only did it waste police resources, but it also left no room for Preston to make a move. If Preston didn't take any action, Sean's cooperation would be relatively useless.

Ayan also took a deep breath without saying anything. His warm gaze remained fixed on Camille, and he replied, "He won't be unsafe. Even if the police withdraw, our people will protect him. The reason for withdrawing the police was to give those involved in this matter a chance to approach Sean. If we deny them that opportunity, wouldn't everything we've done be in vain?"

Camille nodded slightly, not entirely understanding, but she didn't inquire further. She simply said, "If this continues, it will probably end without resolution. The museum project is about to start, and if they can't find any useful information soon, I believe the museum will use its connections to end the matter. Once the project starts, they won't tolerate any negative publicity. After all, it represents Hance to the outside world."

In the face of a grand construction and reputation, a single life or a seemingly insignificant individual was rather inconsequential.

Sometimes, it was like a person and an ant.

This world was indeed harsh and pragmatic. It wouldn't halt its progress just because someone was no longer present, and it wouldn't stop entirely due to someone's departure.

Although Camille didn't like Louise, her departure still brought a tinge of regret.

Even if one disliked someone, it didn't mean that person's life should be taken away. Disliking someone simply meant not wanting much contact with them.

Camille sighed heavily and asked Ayan, "Do you think what I said makes sense?"