My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 914

Chapter 914: Mindful

Camille's expression grew heavy; she had an indescribable feeling. Meeting Ayan's gaze, she replied in a soft, low voice, "Fortunately."

"Good thing there's a reason behind it, or else this sudden change would make me feel like our previous relationship was all for naught."

Although she only said one word, Ayan understood its meaning.

He smiled faintly, "Then don't think about this matter anymore. As for Mrs. Bell's message, you've completely fulfilled your promise by relaying it to me. I'll personally handle the next steps and contact Mr. and Mrs. Bell."

Ayan didn't want Camille to do anything that might affect her mood. He knew Camille's soft-hearted nature and her sense of loyalty. Sometimes certain things inadvertently stirred her emotions, leaving her unsettled for a while.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Bell's relationship and the difficulty of dealing with Mr. Mikkola, those were issues he could easily handle and resolve.

After discussing Mrs. Bell's matters, the atmosphere fell into silence again.

His eyes were fixed on her, unblinking, and his straightforward expression made her uncomfortable.

Camille averted her gaze but her posture on the couch seemed awkward. She subtly bit her lip and said impassively, "There's nothing else. I'm leaving."

Camille intended to walk past Ayan on her way out of the office. However, he grabbed her wrist. His deep voice was low as he asked, "Nothing else to say?"

Camille pretended not to understand, "No."

He chuckled, "Really?"

"Yes."

"So distant with me?" He stood up as well, closing the distance between them until they were almost touching. He said, "Are you sure you don't want to come back to the Simpson's mansion with me? If Grandpa and my parents see us going separate ways, they'll surely start nagging me again."

Considering their low status within the Simpson family, he sounded somewhat aggrieved. Camille's heart softened, and her lips twitched slightly.

But recalling last night's events, Camille suppressed the rising curve of her lips and returned to her impassive demeanor.

She said, "Returning to the Simpson's mansion is something for later tonight. It's still early now."

Not refusing, not agreeing.

Ayan chuckled, then released her wrist to hold her tightly in his arms. His gaze was tender as he looked into her eyes, his voice husky as he asked, "Why such a strong reaction? Can't I even hold your hand?"

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes rolling, a faint stiffness in her expression. Then she looked at Ayan and asked, "Did you find out?"

Ayan didn't speak, but the subtle, shallow smile at the corner of his mouth was answer enough.

Camille didn't want to continue hiding, releasing her grip on the hair. The hair in her palm was the same shade as Eileen's.

She said directly, "I want to find out if she really is Preston's sister. What's her relationship with Preston?"

Ayan had speculated about their relationship before, but Eileen and Preston were in separate locations at that time, both highly cautious due to the incident involving Austin. So, Ayan couldn't carry out his initial plan.

His suggested action was not inaction.

He smiled faintly, watching Camille reveal the truth, realizing that even if he wanted to deceive her, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to coordinate with Kian beforehand. After all, she had just taken the hair from Eileen, and she wasn't even sure if she would succeed. After Eileen left, she would be out of reach. The two of them were always together.

Camille was well aware that Ayan wouldn't have had the opportunity to coordinate this with Kian in advance, even if he had wanted to deceive her. She had just acquired Eileen's hair herself, and Eileen didn't even know if it would work before she left. There wouldn't have been a chance afterward, especially since they had been together the entire time.

Camille didn't speak, her expression growing more serious. Ayan looked at Kian, and Kian left the room.

It was now just Camille and Ayan left in the office. Ayan leaned against the desk, his expression devoid of any unnecessary emotions or reactions to the situation.

Camille asked, "You really don't mind at all?"

"Why should I mind?"

He raised his eyes to meet Camille's, a faint smile in their depths. This smile seemed to say, "I'm not so bored as to waste time on insignificant matters like this."

Camille pursed her lips, her expression warm and gentle. She said, "Can we get the results by tomorrow?"

Her question was clear, and she was only a step away from saying she agreed.

Understanding her intent, Ayan raised his hands to prop them on the desk. He then stood up and approached her, taking her hand gently. He placed the hair into the box and said, "Let's go to the testing center together."

He acted immediately, leaving his work behind and taking Camille with him.

He had a friend at the testing center, and he had already contacted him on the way. When they arrived, the friend was waiting for them.

Ayan didn't mention the wet hair, and the friend didn't ask a redundant question. Ayan went straight to the point, "We need the results by tomorrow morning. Should I bring them to you, or would you prefer to pick them up?"