My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1253

Chapter 1253: Vulnerability

"Well, I'm really not in a good mood, so please don't ask me anymore, okay? When I feel like talking about it, I'll let you know. Understand?" Sienna told Camille. Sienna and Camille were always like this. They didn't force each other to talk about things they didn't want to discuss. If they kept pressing, it wouldn't solve anything and might even worsen the other person's mood.

So Sienna certainly wouldn't pressure Camille. Instead, she said to her, "Okay, I won't ask you, but remember, when you want to talk, tell me right away. I'm not an insensitive person, got it?"

"Yeah, I know," Camille replied.

Camille chatted with Sienna for a while, and her mood seemed to improve a lot. Just as she put down her phone, Ayan came back to the bedroom from the study.

Seeing her lying on the couch motionless, lost in thought, Ayan walked over and kissed her forehead. He spoke softly, "Feeling a bit better now?"

Camille nodded gently, saying, "Yeah, much better."

"Do you need me to talk to Sienna?" Ayan asked.

"Of course not. I'll handle our matters. It's unnecessary," Camille reassured him.

"Okay, I won't interfere, but I don't want your mood to be affected. If you continue to look so lost, it will also make me unhappy. And when I'm unhappy, I can't guarantee what I might do." His words carried a strong implication, and it sparked a sense of weight.

Camille smiled lightly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Guess," Ayan smiled faintly, reached out to pull her up, and gently embraced her in his arms. He said, "Let's have dinner together tomorrow night. The project is about to resume, and the Nores family will formally apologize to us. We'll have the meal at one of the Simpson Group's hotels, our own place."

"Yeah, sure," Camille agreed readily.

She agreed directly without hesitation.

Ayan was slightly taken aback, then asked softly, "Won't you feel tired? Will accompanying me to these social events bother you?"

"If I said yes, would you not invite me next time?" Camille smiled lightly, her lips wrapped in a smile.

He said, "Of course not. You're Mrs. Simpson of the Simpson family, and in the future, you'll also have your own role to play. Although I don't really want you to be involved in these social events, it's still good to participate to some extent. It's beneficial for future appearances. At least people will know who you are, and no one would dare to challenge your bottom line."

Camille didn't mind being associated with anything related to the Simpson family. It wasn't something that embarrassed her; instead, it was something she was proud of. After all, not everyone had the opportunity and luck.

Camille also rarely refuted Ayan's intentions. Instead, she smiled gently and said, "Okay, then I'll walk with confidence in public from now on. If anyone dares to say anything, I'll ask them directly, 'Do you know who I am? I have Ayan behind me, and if you dare to bully me, Ayan will take care of you.'"

Camille vividly described it as if she would say that in the next second.

Her behavior made Ayan unable to help but smile, and he said, "I'm really looking forward to your performance."

"Will you feel embarrassed if I say it like that?" Camille asked.

"Why should I feel embarrassed?" Ayan replied. "After all, I'm standing by your side. Aren't you afraid of them talking behind your back?"

He didn't hesitate at all and said, "Why should I be afraid of what others say? As long as you're happy, I support whatever you say."