My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1535

Chapter 1535: Destruction

Camille shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

She glanced at Preston and said, "I've said what I wanted to say. If you don't have anything else, I'll leave now."

Camille got into the car and closed the door smoothly, without any hesitation. After starting the engine, she lowered the window and glanced at Preston. She said, "Preston, I've already told you that I won't try to change or advise you. But since you mentioned our past relationship today, let me say one more thing: If it's still possible, it's not too late to stop now and not persist in your delusions."

If they turned back now and stopped all of this, they could still be ordinary friends, or at least not become enemies in the future.

However, Camille also knew that Preston couldn't change anymore, or else he wouldn't have waited until now.

Camille didn't wait for Preston's response because she knew he couldn't respond. The bodyguard stood a few steps away, ready to intervene at any moment, restricting him.

He could only watch Camille drive away, unable to do anything to stop her.

After Camille and the bodyguard left the parking lot, Preston took out his phone from his pocket. The screen displayed an eleven-minute recording.

He smirked slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and whispered to himself, "Camille, oh Camille, I know more about you than you think."

Camille didn't dwell on the encounter with Preston and didn't mention it to Ayan during dinner, not wanting to spoil the mood.

After finishing their meal, the two of them went home.

The bodyguard had already reported the incident to Ayan, so even if Camille didn't bring it up, Ayan already knew.

They sat in the backseat of the car, with the driver behind the wheel.

Camille looked at the night scenery outside the window. Although she saw it almost every day, the lights of Hance City at night were still dazzling and captivating.

Ayan held Camille's hand in his palm the entire time, and even when he gently squeezed it, she didn't react unexpectedly.

The atmosphere continued like this for a while until Ayan spoke up, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Camille was taken aback and didn't think about the direction of the parking lot. She casually replied, "No."

With those three words, a brief silence filled the air.

Since Camille didn't hear his response, she instinctively turned her head to look at him. Their eyes met at that moment, and Camille asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Why did he seem so burdened without saying a word?

Camille lightly pursed her lips, her face slightly pale. She kept staring at him, wanting to see what was going on with him.

Ayan smiled lightly but his voice was low, "There really isn't anything to say?"

Camille was uncertain, and she found herself doubting. She asked tentatively, "Did you think of me today?"

She looked at Ayan, her smile faint. Seeing that he didn't speak, she thought her guess was correct, so she quickly added, "I thought of you a lot today. What about you? Did you think of me?"

Ayan answered earnestly, "I did, very much."

His voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of sexiness.