My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 964

Chapter 964: Maturity

Camille responded with a faint smile, neither denying nor confirming.

Afterward, they didn't dwell on the topic any further. Camille watched as the nanny took Timmy and left for preschool with the driver. Only then did Camille return to her bedroom.

Camille checked the flight information, giving herself a rough estimate of the time.

For the entire morning, she stayed home alone, taking leisurely walks in the villa garden, basking in the sun. The day was idyllic, but her heart felt hollow, restless, and full of random thoughts.

She had little appetite, so she had some bread and fruit for brunch. She waited, patiently, until around two o'clock when she sat on the bedroom balcony, feeling the breeze against her skin, and heard the sound of a car engine approaching.

Her closed eyes snapped open, and her body tensed instantly. She stared blankly at the ceiling for almost half a minute before finally getting up from the lounge chair and walking out of the bedroom, heading downstairs.

As she descended the stairs, the front door was pushed open from the outside. Since the front door faced the staircase, their eyes met almost instantly.

They stared at each other for a moment. The man outside the door reacted first, stepping inside. He changed into comfortable home slippers. Behind him, Kian followed, carrying luggage. The man said casually, "You can leave it here. You should go and rest. No need to go to the office this afternoon."

Kian nodded and felt deeply moved, "Alright." Kian glanced at Camille, who was still standing on the stairs, and then spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, I'll take my leave."

Ayan nodded and Camille remained unresponsive. Kian didn't stay a second longer and left hurriedly.

Ayan ignored the luggage by the door and walked directly inside. He changed into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked towards the inside. Standing at the foot of the stairs, he looked up at Camille and asked, "Do you want to talk downstairs or in the bedroom?"

He knew Camille wouldn't want to wait for even a second longer, so even though he didn't want to continue this conversation, he had to.

Camille lightly glossed over without looking at him. Her voice carried no emotion or warmth as she replied, "Let's talk here. After all, it's just the two of us at home."

Her words made Ayan furrow his brows instinctively, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "So, you've arranged everything for Timmy and the others too? You insist on clearing things up today?"

"The arrangements for Timmy and the others were just to prevent our dispute from affecting them," Camille replied. "If you think it would be better to have them here for this conversation, I can call them right away. So, what's your preference?"

She said this and took a few more steps towards him. Although Camille was over 5'6", there was still a significant height difference between her and Ayan. At this moment, when she spoke, she maintained her usual eye level, which meant her gaze fell on his jawline, and she faintly detected the scent of tobacco coming from him. This made her subconsciously furrow her eyebrows before lifting her foot to quickly walk towards the living room, trying to maintain some distance from him.

But just as she had taken a step, Ayan grabbed her wrist.

Camille instinctively pulled away, her tone commanding, "Let go of me!"

Her voice was authoritative.

Naturally, Ayan didn't comply, but he didn't exert much force either. Still, it was enough to prevent Camille from breaking free.

Ayan's expression grew heavier, and he spoke in a subdued tone, "I never thought that way. I just didn't know how to say it to you."

Camille scoffed, "Oh, it's not that you didn't know how to say it to me; it's just that you didn't know how to continue deceiving me, right? After all, in your eyes, I have zero intelligence, and you can make any decision you please, thinking it would satisfy you. You didn't need to tell me, not even ask for my opinion, because you were confident enough to manipulate me, and even..."

Camille's anger escalated as she spoke, and her emotions became highly charged. She stared at Ayan, her facial expressions reflecting her feelings. She continued, "I've asked you countless times, and I've told you numerous times that I don't like being deceived. I don't want to be deceived, not even by well-intentioned lies. I hope we can be honest with each other. I won't deny that I've hidden some insignificant things from you, but they were truly minor. But you, on the other hand? You didn't just hide things; you deceived me, played tricks on me!"

Camille's laughter was mocking, and her expression was filled with sarcasm. Once, she genuinely wanted a divorce, and she truly wanted to remarry. But now, he had just revealed to her that they had never actually divorced.

Is this not laughable?

Camille's words weighed heavily on Ayan, and he squinted, his voice turning low and hoarse, "I never thought that way. At that time, you were adamant about getting a divorce in the hospital, and you had just given birth to Timmy. I couldn't ignore your physical condition, so I had no choice but to make that decision. I admit, my choice was very selfish, and I didn't consider your feelings, but I don't regret doing it."

"Fine, you thought it was for the best for us and used a fake divorce to fool me. But what about later? When you willingly proposed remarriage, didn't you think it was the right time to be honest with me?" She questioned.

He said, "I did think about it, but I didn't know if you could accept it. I wasn't sure, so I didn't know if the timing was right."

Ayan appeared almost like a child who had made a mistake, facing Camille's relentless questions. His answers lacked any confidence, as he knew he had been in the wrong. He felt good about it, but Camille didn't, and he had no valid excuses at this moment. However, he still hoped Camille would grant him one request. He said in a low voice, "Cami, can't you give me a chance?"