My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Rest in Peace

Her question made Ayan subconsciously froze, and his deep gaze which looked at her expressionless face was slightly stiffened too.

Two pair of eyes looked at each other, the bottom of each other's eyes revealed the expression that neither of them could see through.

He didn't say anything for a long time, and Camille asked once again, "Ayan, how did Eileen get to Grandma's funeral? How did she know the place?"

"I don't know." He responded lightly, then put down the bowl of soup, followed by a tissue to wipe his hands, and stared at Camille with a slightly stony face, "If you want to know, I can have Kian to check it out, okay?"

Camille's expression did't show the slightest bit relieved, and with slightly narrowed gaze, she asked warmly, "You really don't know, do you?"

She didn't quite believe it.

Because not many people know about the funeral.

She simply asked this question, without expressing any other questioning.

Ayan looked at her reaction and eyes, of course he understood the meaning under her mind, with his pupils fiercely shrink, he said his low and deep voice: "I don't know why Eileen was there, if you have any doubts in your mind, you can just tell me, I can explain, okay?"

Camille's mistrust was showed extremely obvious outwardly, he could clearly felt it. He knew that once she had doubts in her mind, it would always be stuck in her mind, he didn't want her to hurt herself at this time because of other things.

However, Camille didn't ask or say anything more, just slightly shaking her head. Merely, her reticence look and cold attitude reminded Ayan all the time that the doubt in her mind didn't diminish a bit.

He looked grave and frowned, but did not know where to begin.

The two did not speak again, just stayed quiet.

No one knew how long it took. Until Ayan's cell phone rang, then he spoke out, "Kian's on the phone, should be talking about work, I'll pick it up outside, why don't you lie down and rest for a while, call me if you don't feel well, I'll be right outside, okay?"

"Okay, go ahead."

She responded faintly and then lay back down.

Ayan gave her a deep look before heading out.

Then he picked up the phone: "Mr. Simpson, Miss Khan tried to contact you but was afraid you wouldn't want to talk to her, so she came to me here hoping I could help ask you what you think?"

"Figure out the circumstances of why she was at the funeral today?"

Ayan was not in the mood to care about what Eileen wants from him right now?

Kian hastily replied, "Checked, I think Miss Khan got the news from the hospital, because her mother is still in hospital."

"So she went to the hospital yesterday?"

"Yes, she should has been, but because of the complexity of the personnel, it cannot be determined temporarily, it's also possible that she knew the news of madam's grandmother if she really wanted to know even without going to the hospital. After all, her mother still lives in the hospital, so she might have got the news from her mother, right?"

"Check it out, keep an eye on Eileen for the next two days, besides, have you already revealed what I asked you to do?"

He asked with a slightly cold expression.

Kian said, "Yes sir, it's done."

Ayan's handsome face looked extraordinarily dark and cold, he was now in dilemma, since everyone was looking up to him, then he will not let those people down for sure.

He then arranged Kian: "How's it going with the person you asked to arrange to approach Molly?"

Kian's answer let his originally cold and sullen face gradually overflowed with warm indifference, and his dark black eyes were as gloomy and obscure as if they had been splashed with thick ink.

In the ward.

Camille did not fall asleep, because less than half a minute after Ayan's first foot out, the phone in her bag followed.

It was an unfamiliar number calling.

Attribution is to Hance City.

Her face was slightly light, her heart overflowing with inexplicably strong feelings, as if unconsciously reminding her to pick up quickly.

She was silent for a brief moment, then immediately picked up, "Hello? Who is it?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I want to tell you something that you care about and is important to you."

The voice coming from the phone is a woman's voice processed by a voice changer. The reason why it can be directly identified as a voice changer is because the voice carries a mechanical like blend that can be distinguished at first hearing.