My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133: Gratitude

Camille lightly pressed her lips, looking at Preston with a faint expression of disapproval. Deep down, she strongly disliked Preston's behavior, but she wouldn't meddle or express any disapproval.

At this moment, she just wanted to leave quickly. Talking to Preston was draining, and she felt exhausted, utterly worn out.

However, Preston didn't believe her words. He gazed at her and said, "Cami, aren't you and Ayan a couple?"

"We divorced, didn't we?" Camille looked at him with an expression that suggested he should have known this already. She continued, "Preston, even if we weren't divorced, I wouldn't involve myself in the company's affairs. This has been the case in the past, and it will continue to be so in the future. I don't want to meddle in any work-related matters, and he respects that."

"Cami, I didn't mean to ask you anything. You don't need to be so defensive. I'm just asking casually. Why do you have so much guard up against me? Cami, I really don't know what Ayan told you. Why have you become like this towards me?"

Preston's face showed helplessness, looking at Camille with eyes filled with sadness, as if he were genuinely being mistreated.

If Camille didn't know what kind of person he was, she might have been confused by his current appearance.

Camille pressed her lips, her expression carrying a shallow smile. The smile held a touch of coldness as she said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, and I don't know if I said something to give you this misunderstanding. Preston, I'm an adult with my own thoughts. I won't be swayed by others. So, what I say is not influenced by anyone. After all, if I let someone control even my words, then my intelligence would be close to zero, wouldn't it?"

Camille lowered her gaze, took a deep breath, glanced at the time. It was already late. She had spent about twenty minutes here since leaving the hospital room. Talking to Preston had consumed more time than she intended.

Without waiting for Preston to speak, she spoke first, "It's late; I need to go back. You should go back early too."

"I'll drive you."

"No need. The driver is coming to pick me up." She said nonchalantly.

Preston's expression stiffened slightly, but he didn't insist. He just looked at her and said, "I'm working at Armstrong Corp now. If there's anything you want, just tell me. I'll get it for you without hesitation."

"I don't want anything, Preston. Since you're working at Armstrong Corp, focus on your job. There's really no need for anything else. The past is past, and we need to live in the present."

Camille finished speaking and took a step forward.

Even when she got into the car, she didn't look back. Preston, on the other hand, kept staring at her. His gaze remained fixed even after the car left.

He stood there for a long time. He still had some doubts about Camille coming to the hospital late at night because she didn't have many friends. Sienna was her best friend, and if anyone could be considered a friend, it would be a few colleagues at the company. But it still seemed odd for her to visit at such a late hour.

He squinted his eyes, a hint of coldness in his gaze. Was Camille feeling unwell, or did Ayan hit her? Why else would she come to the hospital alone so late at night?

After this idea occurred to him, he became more certain because he believed Ayan was the kind of man who Camille, being deeply in love with him, would support even when he was in the wrong.

The more Preston thought about it, the worse he felt. He took out his phone and made a call with an indifferent tone, saying, "I've got some explosive news for you. Interested?"