Her words were full of mocking sarcasm, and a cold smile swept under her eyes, and her face was expressionless again. She subconsciously wanted to push away him and to keep her distance from him, but Ayan obviously saw through her mind, so he directly held her wrist.
He was cold, but his tone was close to gentle, light and slow: "Yes, you are right, I have loved you so much that I can't help myself, so even though I know you have someone else in your heart, I don't mind, so for the sake of my deep love like this, can you promise to remarry?"
"Wish it as you like!" She said coldly, "I don't want to, I've had a hard time drawing the line with you, why would I want to jump in again?"
Ayan did not have the slightest displeasure, just hooked his lips into a light smile, and a doting look surfaced under his eyes. He said, "Well, this time you don't have to jump in, I'll go up to you and make you agree."
"What makes you think I can't find anyone else but you?"
"Not on the basis of anything but your willingness to give me a chance."
"Ayan, do you have to be so cheeky?" Camille was so mad at him, he would reply to whatever she said, so if he couldn't do it forcefully, he would do it with softness, wouldn't he?
She grimaced and jerked her hand hard, "Let go of me, I don't want to see you and I don't want to say one more word to you."
He did not let go of his hand, looking down at her, his deep eyes like an impermeable net covering every movement of her face. He said in a low voice: "You say I do not love you? Now that I admit to loving you so much, you can't believe it or dare to face it?"
"Do I have to believe you when you say you love me?"
"Do you not believe it or are you afraid that you will fall in love with me even after you believe it?"
He pressed on, as if he had to pry Camille's mouth open before he would give up.
Camille grimaced. Of course, she didn't believe him when he said he loved her. It was just a response to the snide remarks she had just made.
She stared, her eyes indifferent. "I won't trust you, and I don't need you to fall in love with me, and I don't want anything to do with you."
Camille struggled to pull her hand out, but he wouldn't let go, making her feel as if her wrist was about to be broken.
Her eyes turned red. "You're hurting me!"
He then reacted and immediately let go of her hand.
He said, "Since before we got divorced, you said you wanted to end this loveless marriage because I didn't love you, now I admit to loving you and you refuse to agree to remarry. Camille, can't you believe I love you or are you afraid to remarry me?"
"Whatever you say, whatever you think doesn't matter to me at all, and I don't want to know what you think."
"Okay, if you don't want to know, I'm not in a hurry. I can wait until you believe."
His eyes were slightly narrowed, a gentle, light smile on his face, and whatever Camille said, he had something to say in response.
There was a moment when Camille regretted picking up the subject tonight. She should have responded to him by playing dumb and giving him the cold shoulder, instead of saying all the things she did now, making him cheeky and shameless instead.
She did not want to say another word to him. She pushed him away, pulled him away completely, and then walked into the building without looking back.
She fled as if there were a wolf following her. Looking at her back, Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, which revealing intense and strong emotion.
After this night, his intention of remarriage was laid bare, and Ayan also would no longer hold back.
The next morning, Camille came out of the gate to see him leaning against the body, a cigarette in his bony fingertips. And when he saw her, he immediately put it out and stood there staring at her for a moment.
Camille didn't even know if he came over early in the morning or if he didn't go back at all last night?
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