My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Chatting

Kian immediately shone a light on Ayan, scanning him for any visible injuries. Apart from some marks on his black suit from the struggle, there were no obvious harm.

Ayan immediately walked towards the direction where Camille was held captive, with Kian following closely behind. His voice was sharp, "It's late, so finding Austin might be difficult. But we're far from the downtown of Hance City. Immediately block all the exits nearby. And has Logan been notified?"

"He's been notified. And he's outside waiting with some people."

"Good, let Logan's men help do it."

Kian nodded, giving the necessary instructions. Then he accompanied Ayan to find Camille.

The two people guarding Camille had already slipped away upon hearing the commotion, but Ayan wouldn't let them off the hook.

Ayan found Camille in a pitch-black room. She was crouched in a corner, her eyes covered, and her mouth gagged. Her hair was disheveled, and her casual clothes were covered in dirt and dust from the struggle.

She sat there huddled, motionless. Because her face was covered, her expressions and eyes couldn't be clearly seen, but Ayan still sensed her fear and terror.

He approached with large strides, pulling her into his embrace, while Kian and the others waited at the door, not intruding.

Camille stiffened at Ayan's touch, her whole body freezing.

Sensing her unease, Ayan immediately spoke gently, "It's me. Sorry, I'm late."

Ayan removed the blindfold and untied the towel from her mouth. Due to being covered for too long, and with the darkness of the night, Camille couldn't see clearly for a moment, but as soon as she realized it was Ayan, her moods improved slightly.

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "I..."

"I know everything, don't speak for now. Let's leave this place first." He directly carried her in his arms and walked out. Kian, seeing this, immediately draped the coat he had in his hand over Camille. The coat was in Ayan's car, as he had prepared it just in case.

Ayan's face darkened, while Camille buried her head in his embrace. The two of them silently walked out of the unfinished villa, all the way to the front gate where his car was parked. He supported her to sit in the back seat and sat beside her. He instructed Kian, "Let's head back to Maple Leaves Mansion."

Camille didn't speak during the journey because she was exhausted. Despite being confined to a room all this time, she couldn't rest at all, as her emotions remained tense. As a result, she was particularly fatigued.

Even now, she didn't dare to truly fall asleep. She felt a strong sense of insecurity.

On the way back to Maple Leaves Mansion, Kian's phone didn't stop ringing. He continuously received calls from the security team. They had captured a few people, but there was still no news about Austin and his assistant.

Several people escaped before they arrived, dispersing in different directions.

So, no one knew where Austin had gone?

But the search was ongoing.

Upon returning to the vicinity of Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan carried Camille out of the car. Initially, she intended to walk on her own, but Ayan refused.

He said, "Let me carry you upstairs, give me a chance, hmm?"

His voice was very gentle, the kind of tenderness that was full of concern.

Ayan held Camille in his arms and said to Kian, "I'll leave it to you to handle things. Call me once you find him."

"I understand."

Kian nodded, watching the two of them walk into the hallway before driving away.

Ayan carried Camille all the way back home, gently placing her on the sofa, and then said, "I'll go run a bath for you. Take a bath, have something to eat, and get a good night's sleep, okay?"

Camille nodded, and as Ayan went to the bathroom to fill the bathwater, she remained motionless, lost in her own thoughts.

All the memories in her mind kept replaying like movie scenes, starting from the moment she was deceived out of Maple Leaves Mansion and forced into a car. She was in a constant state of fear and nervousness.

Those people covered her mouth and blindfolded her eyes. She would resist and they would slap her hard. Even now, her head and cheeks still throbbed with pain.