My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1225

Chapter 1225: Forget

After chatting with Talia for a while, Timmy started insisting on taking a bath and wanted Talia to accompany him. So they ended the video call.

Camille hadn't even had a chance to put away her phone when her eyes were already on Ayan. She asked, "Did you buy the handbags for Mom?"

After all, Camille hadn't bought them herself, but she would often prepare surprises for Talia. Although they were indeed expensive, Talia could afford them as well; it just required some time to obtain them.

However, Camille couldn't get her hands on the two handbags Talia had just mentioned, but Ayan could.

Ayan didn't deny it. He honestly said, "I know you appreciate Mom taking care of Timmy. I am Timmy's mother and your husband, so what I do is what you do. Instead of saying I bought them for Mom, it should be 'we' bought them for Mom, right?"

Camille listened to his words and couldn't help but feel touched. Although he put it that way, Camille was still grateful. Her gaze towards Ayan became even more tender, and she said, "Ayan, it's so wonderful having you."

"Are you moved again?"

"Yes, very moved. Although I already have a great relationship with Mom, because of you, we've become even closer. You really deserve credit for that."

"If that's the case, should you reward me with something?"

"What kind of reward do you want?"

Ayan didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you really want me to say it myself? Even if I say it, you might not give it to me right now, although you'll eventually give it. Are you sure you want me to say it? Aren't you afraid I'll ask for something extravagant?"

Camille smiled, pursing her lips. She said, "I know you're considerate, so of course you won't want to trouble me, right? So whatever you suggest, I'm willing to accept it. Go ahead."

"You're deliberately setting a trap for me, aren't you?" Ayan held her hand and couldn't help but stop walking. He turned to face Camille, looking into her eyes.

Camille's eyes curved into a smile, and her appearance reminded Ayan of something. His gaze visibly darkened slightly, a change that couldn't be ignored.

Camille lightly pursed her lips and tilted her head, asking, "What's wrong?"

Ayan's voice became husky, and he asked, "Cami, am I more important to you than other men?"

Camille furrowed her brows slightly, a bit unsure of what he meant by asking that question.

Camille asked, "Why are you asking like this?"

"Answer me, hmm?"

"What do you want me to answer? Do you think there's someone else in my heart? Are you jealous now?" Camille asked, but as she continued, she couldn't help but laugh. She said, "Why would you think that way?"

However, Ayan's expression remained unchanged, and the intensity in his eyes remained serious. They stood there, motionless, for about half a minute, causing Camille to feel that this question was important to him and not just a casual inquiry.

Camille's smile quickly turned serious, and she stared at Ayan, saying, "Of course, you are more important than anyone else."

"Is that so? More important than your previous boyfriend?" He followed Camille's words and asked, then without waiting for her to answer, he sarcastically added, "He saw you in your youth and witnessed your earliest days. The bond between you must be different!"

It was a confident statement.

This left Camille unsure of how to respond. She mustered a smile and said, "Are you jealous?"

Ayan couldn't find it in himself to smile, his face still showing signs of unhappiness, and his words continued to carry a sour tone. He said, "You always avoid mentioning him. Is it because he holds a different meaning to you?"

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and calmly replied, "That's all in the past. It doesn't hold any special meaning. I simply thought it was better not to bring it up. Besides, it's all in the past."

Camille sometimes hesitated about whether to tell him the truth directly. But every time the words were on the tip of her tongue, she felt it might not be appropriate. After all, she didn't want to dwell on the past. Loving someone is beautiful but also agonizing, especially when it's unrequited.