My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660 Hiding from Me

Kian had just arrived at the scene of the crash, and although the traffic police had finished with it, he still wanted to see if there was anything left there.

Kian answered truthfully: "I'm on it, but the road where you had the accident happens to be a blind spot, so the surveillance is almost useless. As for the vehicles that appeared at that point there, have also been investigated. There are nothing deliberate. I have now asked people to investigate all the vehicles tonight."

"Expand the time frame and start checking from this morning."

"Okay, I understand."

Kian nodded in response.

Ayan's face sank, and continued to ask: "By the way, you should ask Darkmoor. Tonight Preston invited guests to dinner. Did his secretary go with him? If not, then find out where this person went."

"You suspect this has something to do with Preston?"

"We'll know after checking on it. If it was really him, then it'll be easy to deal with. At least there is no one else but only him targeting us. There's no need to reveal my accident to the public, just find an excuse to say I went on a business trip. The person who spread the news will be the person behind it. Then let's see who will get impatient first, right?"

Ayan grunted coldly. The indifference under his eyes gradually dissipated, and after he finished, he hung up the phone, and turned off the water in the sink.

He looked up at himself in the mirror. The scars on his face were of varying shades. The deepest was on his forehead near his head, but it was wrapped by the gauze, so the depth could not be seen.

He slightly hooked his lips. The bottom of his eyes overflowed with indifference. If Preston wanted to play such a big game, then he wouldn't let him down.

"Tap-tap."

"Are you done?"

Camille's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay." He responded in a low voice and pulled the door open.

Camille assisted him back to bed and sat down before he spoke again, "It's late, stay here with me tonight, okay?"

He spoke in a tone of voice that was different from the call.

Camille naturally stayed. After all, he was alone in the hospital. tHe even could not walk now, so she was also worried.

But there was only a bed and a couch in the hospital, so Ayan suggested, "You take the bed and I'll take the couch."

The patient was to sleep on the couch, but she, who was able-bodied, was going to sleep on the bed?

She would feel guilty.

She said, "No, I'll just sleep on the couch."

"I'm not that weak, just do what I say, huh?"

Camille naturally wouldn't agree. She looked at him without much emotion and said: "Then I will go back home to sleep, and come back in the morning. Anyway, you do not need someone to take care of you at night. And there is the nurse. So will it work?"

Ayan blinked slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay, just like you said, you take the couch and I'll take the bed."

Camille hummed, then walked over to the couch and sat down. The corners of her mouth also rose slightly to reveal a smile.

That night, Ayan, because of the pain of his foot injury after the anesthetic effect, slept little. So the next morning when Camille saw that his tired face, she was also confused.

She asked, "What's wrong with you?"

His voice was hoarse as he shook his head, "It's okay."

He lifted his hand and gently squeezed his brow. A knock came at the door of the ward at that moment, and it was Kian who had brought over breakfast.

Ayan didn't move. He didn't seem to have much appetite. He let Camille eat first. He and Kian started talking about work. He said to Kian, "Send me the documents to be processed, and you bring the computer here this afternoon. I need to deal with some things. Have you got the results of the things I mentioned yesterday?"

Because Camille was there, he said yesterday instead of last night.