My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: Undercover

This way, they wouldn't attract attention to Grace, especially since she had arrived in Dane City a night earlier.

With their plan set, the two of them didn't linger in Ayan's apartment. Grace simply packed a few sets of clothes, and once Kian arrived, they left directly.

Horace didn't personally accompany her since that would risk drawing attention.

Kian drove Grace to the Simpson Group himself, and Ayan had arranged for a driver and one of his assistants to escort her out of Hance City.

After Grace left Hance City, Camille let out a heavy sigh of relief. Everything had gone smoothly, and it had avoided many potential problems.

They didn't return to Franklin Bay either, planning to stay where they were for the night. It was getting late, and they didn't want to go through more trouble.

After both of them had freshened up and lay down, Camille finally brought up the recent events. She said, "So much has happened in just a few hours; it feels like I'm in a dream."

Ayan turned to face Camille, his eyes locked onto her without blinking. His voice was particularly gentle as he asked, "Do you feel there's been too much happening, or do you feel reluctant to see Grace leave?"

Camille gently shook her head and said, "I don't feel reluctant. I'm just worried about how she'll cope on her own out there."

"It's okay. There are people in Dane City looking out for her, and I've also arranged for an assistant to go with her. This assistant has worked for me for a long time and is trustworthy."

Ayan comforted her in a low voice.

Camille nodded without saying much, but her underlying worries remained largely unchanged.

It was only when Grace was safely out of Dane City that she would truly feel at ease.

Since Ayan had to depart for Dane City early the next morning, Camille didn't keep him awake with more discussion and decided to rest.

That night, Camille had a dream in which the Armstrong family couldn't find Grace and came after her. In order to force her to cooperate unconditionally, they began to track Talia and took Timmy away while he was out with her.

This dream startled Camille awake, and she found herself unable to fall asleep again. She stared blankly at the ceiling with a serious expression. It was still early, just past six in the morning.

Camille didn't disturb Ayan, opting to quietly wait for the morning. As it approached seven o'clock, Ayan was awakened by his internal clock, and he noticed that Camille's eyes were open. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he asked, "Did I wake you?"

Camille shook her head and replied, "I woke up early."

"Why are you up so early? Get more sleep. It's still early, isn't it?"

"I had a dream, and now I can't sleep."

"What was your dream about?"

Camille faced Ayan, her voice somewhat hoarse as she said, "I dreamt that because they couldn't find Grace, they couldn't do anything to me, so they used Timmy to threaten me."

Ayan immediately knew who "they" referred to.

His face looked somewhat dark, probably because he had just woken up. His voice was huskier than usual as he said, "It's just a dream, don't put any psychological pressure on yourself or carry any burden. Don't keep overthinking things. Rest assured, I will arrange everything. The past won't repeat itself, and no one, absolutely no one, can harm Timmy or you, your grandparents, your parents, or anyone else, okay?"

Ayan's assurance and promise made Camille nod lightly, but her expression remained far from cheerful.

She pursed her lips, her face showing concern.

Ayan gently pulled her into his arms, softly comforting, "Don't overthink it. Close your eyes and get some more sleep now. I'll have the driver pick you up for the office later. I'm going to the airport straight from here, alright?"

"Are you going on this business trip by yourself, or is Kian coming with you?"

"Kian will be coming with me."

"In that case, why don't you leave Kian here and take me with you? I could be your secretary."

Camille's voice was very soft, with a hint of playfulness, which brought a smile to Ayan's face.

He asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Why so clingy today?"

"Don't you like it when I'm clinging to you?"