My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110: Balance

Ayan held the unfinished drink in one hand, a faint smile in his eyes as he looked at Camille beside him. His thin lips lightly parted, and he said, "Not a fan."

"If you don't like it, why did you ask me to buy it? Do you want to talk to Grandpa privately?" Camille looked at Ayan without paying attention to the road. With Ayan by her side, she didn't need to worry about navigating. She voiced her speculations, "Is it about Grandpa's hospitalization? Are you afraid Grandpa will get anxious?"

Ayan, hearing her question, nodded in agreement.

Camille continued, "Your concern isn't unreasonable. Grandpa might feel a bit stifled after staying in the hospital for a long time. It's right to comfort him more."

Ayan didn't respond to Camille's words but changed the subject, saying, "You don't need to come see Grandpa tomorrow. Spend the night at the Simpson's mansion with Timmy!"

Camille nodded slightly but expressed concern, "If I don't come to keep Grandpa company, will he feel disappointed?"

"He won't. Dad will come tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, we'll have Aria visit. Then, it'll be our turn. Everyone doesn't need to be with him every day; it might make him feel pressured. Taking turns to keep him company will be more enjoyable, and he might even come to love staying here. After all, there's always someone around to accompany him."

Ayan chuckled softly, understanding the old Simpson's preferences well. However, his words caused Camille to narrow her eyes slightly.

Camille said lightly, "You're just making things up; I'll tell Grandpa."

"Now you're threatening me?"

"Hmm!"

"Are you this heartless?" Ayan chuckled, lowly sighed, "Can't you be a bit nicer to me?"

Camille remained silent. The two of them took the elevator down to the parking lot, the car just a few steps away from the elevator. They quickly got in.

Camille whispered, "Ayan, Grandpa always protects me in front of you. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

Hearing Camille suddenly ask such a question, Ayan was also momentarily stunned. The hand that was about to fasten the seatbelt froze.

His black-and-white distinct eyes instinctively revealed a warm gaze as he looked at Camille. His voice, low and hoarse, said, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Camille nodded gently.

Ayan continued, "Since you know what you're saying, tell me, why would I be unhappy?"

"Did I take away the affection Grandpa should have for you?" Camille tentatively asked.

Ayan smiled, "What have you done to take away Grandpa's affection for me? So, you tell me, what's our relationship? Should I be jealous or happy that Grandpa treats you well?"

Camille's eyelashes trembled slightly, her facial expression instantly softening, and her heart had already found an answer.

Seeing Camille not responding, Ayan's voice sounded again. He asked, "Why aren't you answering me? Huh?"

Camille pursed her lips lightly, her gaze shifting to the side. She didn't want to engage with Ayan, simply saying, "Drive quickly; I'm tired and want to go home to sleep."

Ayan looked at her dodging the main point, lightly snorted, "You only know how to bully me."

Camille didn't respond. He said she bullied him, and well, after all, she had debts to settle.