My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Candid

Camille's response didn't elicit much reaction from Preston, and her tone even carried a hint of indifference, "Aren't you busy lately?"

Camille didn't bother responding to his words but shifted the topic to something else.

Deep inside, Camille wished she could crawl into a hole and regretted having a phone conversation with Sienna. These words would probably become the subject of Sienna's mockery for the next year.

Nevertheless, Camille maintained her composure, trying to conceal any discomfort or slip that Preston might notice.

Preston's expression flickered slightly at Camille's change of topic. A fleeting hint of emotion passed through his eyes, but he quickly resumed his usual demeanor, so subtle that Camille failed to detect any change.

He calmly watched Camille and spoke in a low voice, "Not too busy. Armstrong Corp just signed a contract with the museum, and there are some preliminary tasks to finish. It'll take some time."

Camille nodded lightly, "Well, it seems like you've settled into Armstrong Corp."

"Cami, are you blaming me for something?" Preston asked in a gentle tone, looking at Camille.

Camille blinked involuntarily, feeling a bit stunned. She smiled lightly and countered, "Why would I say that? I have no intention of blaming you. I merely commented that you seem comfortable at Armstrong Corp. Did you misunderstand me, Preston?"

Camille wondered how a seemingly harmless statement could lead to yet another misunderstanding with Preston. Their interactions always seemed to involve misconceptions, and it was becoming tiresome.

She sighed silently, realizing how exhausting this pattern of communication was. "I didn't mean anything by that statement. I invited you here today to discuss something else. As for your work at Armstrong Corp, it's your personal matter and has nothing to do with me. Although my last name is Jian, and you know about Armstrong Corp, I've never been involved. So, there's no connection."

Camille smiled faintly, her expression exceptionally cool.

Preston hastily reassured her, "Cami, I don't blame you, nor do I have any intention of misunderstanding. I'm just afraid you might misunderstand me."

"Alright, let's drop this topic. Don't discuss it any further to avoid arguments. Agreed?" Camille suggested.

Preston nodded in agreement, "Sure. Let's move on. What did you want to talk to me about today? Is there something on your mind?"

Camille's reaction remained calm. She looked directly at Preston, her gaze slightly cold and distant. She kept her eyes on him without blinking until Preston felt a bit uncomfortable and asked, "Cami, why are you silent?"

Camille's brows furrowed slightly, and her tone turned chilly, "Preston, have you seen the online gossip about me, insinuations from a tabloid journalist?"

Preston maintained his poker face, showing no signs of surprise or awareness. He nonchalantly responded, "Someone spreading rumors about you online?"