My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 907

Chapter 907: Selected

Camille pursed her lips, her eyelids twitching slightly. A voice echoed in her mind: Has Eileen returned to Hance?

Her eyes narrowed, her expression cold as ice. Preston's words didn't provoke much speculation in her. She wasn't inclined to believe that his words held any genuine concern for her.

Many times, she had seen through Preston's manipulations, knowing he wanted her to create trouble for Ayan. If her relationship with Ayan became tumultuous, Preston would take advantage of the opportunity to achieve his own ends.

She was well aware of his motives.

She had foreseen this a long time ago, but she had refrained from confronting him.

But her silence seemed to give Preston the impression that he had successfully deceived her. He treated her like a fool.

Camille took a silent breath, her expression aloof, her voice distant. "So, you know that he went to pick up Eileen? You seem quite well-informed about his affairs. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, Preston, do you have any ulterior motives when it comes to him?"

Camille let out a chilly smile, devoid of warmth, her face showing no trace of emotion.

Preston was momentarily taken aback by Camille's focus. He had expected her reactions to revolve around Ayan and Eileen, but it seemed that her attention had shifted to him…

Preston remained silent for a couple of seconds, then responded hastily, "Cami, you know I'm looking out for you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Camille cut him off abruptly.

Camille's tone was cool as she stated, "If you truly cared about me, you wouldn't have made this call, and you definitely wouldn't have told me something that would hurt me once I knew."

"Cami, I just don't want you to be kept in the dark. I want you to see things clearly and not be deceived by Ayan over and over again. I told you a long time ago, Ayan won't fall for you. Your love and efforts won't move him. I'm a man, and I understand how men think. But why don't you believe me?"

Preston was blunt, unaware of the potential hurt his words might cause Camille. His intention was to open her eyes to Ayan's true nature, to shatter any illusions she had and encourage her to distance herself from him.

This had always been Preston's goal, an unchanging one.

Once, he had said that if Ayan fell in love with Camille, he would sincerely bless their relationship. But those were just empty words. He had never truly considered it.

It had always been like this.

Preston's bluntness prompted a faint smile from Camille. Her voice was calm as she retorted, "Believe you? How can I believe you? Preston, your so-called concern for meg, honestly, I don't feel it at all. If you're done speaking, then hang up!"

"Camille!!! Why can't you see the truth? Are you willing to give up everything for this man? Are you willing to abandon your self-esteem?"

"If that's what you're implying, then so be it." Camille's strength to argue was waning. She knew that you couldn't wake someone pretending to sleep. She had learned this countless times with Preston.

There was no point in trying to convince him anymore.

It was futile.

Camille ended the call, rubbing her temples with force. Her head was starting to ache.

Her expression didn't look good, her complexion turning pale. Summer noticed and asked softly, "Miss Camille, are you okay?"

Camille lowered her hand and managed a faint smile. "I'm fine."

Summer seemed a bit concerned as she glanced at Camille again. Camille then asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

Sophie said, "I wonder who will be selected? Whoever gets selected should treat me to a meal."

Sophie seemed hopeful for a treat, not even considering herself as a potential candidate. Her attitude was very laissez-faire.

For every easygoing candidate, there was a competitive one. One of the architects Preston had recruited to join the team exemplified this attitude. She directly pointed the conversation towards Camille, her words tinged with envy. "Miss Camille must be a shoo-in, right? After all, Mr. Simpson wouldn't let Miss Camille be left out. But the rest of us? Well, we might not have such luck without a good boyfriend or husband to support us!"

Camille didn't bother responding. She simply glanced at the person who made the comment.

Someone who had a better relationship with her pulled at her sleeve, gesturing for her to stop, but that architect didn't show any intention of stopping. She continued, even though her words were like a fishbone stuck in everyone's throat, difficult to swallow and hard to spit out.

Camille paid little attention, and Summer chimed in, "If Miss Camille relied solely on Mr. Simpson's support, they would have announced just one selected architect instead of implying there are two potential candidates."

With Summer's words, the conversation died down immediately.

Sophie lightened the mood, and the topic was dropped.

After work, Camille drove back to Maple Leaves Mansion on her own.

She had driven to work in the morning, and now she was driving back home. If Ayan had driven her in the morning, he would also be there to pick her up in the evening.

When she arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan hadn't returned yet.

But she called him directly, and when he answered, she asked, "Where are you?"