My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1481

Chapter 1481 Treatment

Ayan picked up his chopsticks and tasted the food, savoring the flavors with a serious expression. Then, he looked up at her and asked, "In what capacity do you want me to answer?"

"What capacity do you want?" Camille threw the question right back at him.

Ayan replied, "Don't you already know what capacity I want?"

"I don't know," she said.

"Then why don't you guess?" Ayan challenged.

"I don't want to guess, I want you to tell me," Camille insisted.

She knew exactly what capacity Ayan wanted her to say, but she was reluctant to say it.

Looking at Ayan with a faint smile in her eyes, she said, "If I answered as the President of the Simpson Group?"

"Do you really want me to answer in that capacity?" he asked in a low voice.

Camille replied, "Isn't that what you asked me? If it's as the President of the Simpson Group, then I probably wouldn't be sitting across from you right now. I wouldn't cook for the President of the Simpson Group, as it's only a business relationship and not at the level where I'd cook for you at home. But if it's as my husband, then this meal can continue. So, in what capacity do you want to answer?"

Camille's lips curled into a light smile as she gazed at Ayan without blinking, as if implying, "Now it's your turn to choose."

The two exchanged glances for a long time, until Ayan took the initiative to pick up his chopsticks to continue eating. However, just as he was about to start, a pair of fair and smooth hands directly blocked his chopsticks, and she said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Camille's persistence made Ayan feel very passive. He had wanted to tease her, but it turned out that he was the one being teased.

The dignified President of the Simpson Group was momentarily stunned, but only briefly. He didn't show any excessive bewilderment, just calmly set down his chopsticks and looked at Camille, his voice magnetic as he said, "Don't you know what capacity I want to eat this meal in?"

He had just asked a similar question earlier. This man is as cunning as a fox.

Camille bit her lip softly and said, "I don't know, just tell me directly, or else the food will get cold. I worked hard to cook today, see, I even cut my hand."

She raised her hand directly to him, waving the injured hand with a very visible red mark on her ring finger. It wasn't serious, but Camille's fair skin made it look very red.

Ayan gently held her hand, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at her, his voice becoming unusually gentle. "What do you want to hear?"

He continued to hold her hand, his deep gaze fixed on her.

Camille bluntly said, "In what capacity do you want to eat this meal?"

"Are you only happy when my secrets are revealed?"

"Oh, I just want to hear it," Camille teased.

Only now did Ayan slowly speak, "I want to eat this meal as your husband. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

He didn't appear embarrassed at all, instead, he looked at her steadily, making her feel a little awkward.

Because his gaze was too direct, to the point of being very disconcerting.