My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852: Slow

She wanted to explain because he had set the picture as his phone wallpaper. Actually, she never thought Ayan would do such things. She had believed he didn't understand these small details, so she subconsciously formed those words in her mind.

However, she didn't get the chance to explain because Ayan pressed her against the glass and kissed her forcefully. The kiss lacked tenderness, filled with dominance and displeasure.

Afterward, his deep gaze locked onto her, and his voice was hoarse as he asked sternly, "Do you know you were wrong? Huh?!"

She felt a faint taste of blood in her mouth, and her lips carried a lingering stinging sensation. He was extremely fierce just now.

It was a side of Ayan that Camille had rarely seen before, so how could she dare to say she wasn't wrong?

Even though she knew she was wrong, Ayan seemed a little displeased. He simply held her in his arms, protecting her from fear, and said nothing else.

The Ferris wheel had already started descending, passing the highest point. Camille wasn't as scared anymore, and with the emotional atmosphere around them, she didn't have the mental space to think about fear.

She turned to face Ayan and softly coaxed, "Don't be angry, okay? I really know I was wrong, and I promise I won't say it again next time."

"Next time?"

Camille hesitated. She quickly added, "Of course, there won't be a next time. I mean, I promise it won't happen again, so can you stop being angry?"

Ayan snorted lightly and didn't answer, but at least his face was no longer stern.

Camille continued to coax him for a while until they got off the Ferris wheel. Only then did this incident come to an end.

After the Ferris wheel, they continued to the next attraction. They spent the entire day at the amusement park and didn't leave until around 9 p. m.

After a whole day of playing, Camille was exhausted, and her feet felt like they weren't her own.

Ayan, on the other hand, was fine and didn't show any signs of tiredness.

Camille looked at him and asked, "Aren't you tired at all?"

Ayan looked at her and said, "Not tired."

"We've been playing all day, and you're not tired at all?"

"Not at all."

However, Camille didn't quite believe it. After all, compared to her, he had been more occupied today, even carrying her for a while. How could he not be tired?

Camille whispered, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I won't laugh at you. Just be honest, are you even a little tired? Are your feet sore?"

Ayan cupped her face, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips. He asked, "Do you really hope I'm tired?"

"It's not that I hope so. I'm just worried that you're too stubborn to admit it." With her face in his hands, it was a bit inconvenient for her to speak. She wanted to remove his hands, but Ayan showed no intention of letting go.

At some point, he started enjoying pinching her face.

He lightly smiled and said, "Cami, never ask a man if he's tired or not. If you really want to see me tired, do you want me to tell you how?"

After speaking, he leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words. Camille's cheeks instantly turned red.

The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

She didn't ask anymore. She shouldn't have meddled in other people's affairs.

Ayan looked at her shy appearance and couldn't help but smile. He casually put down his hand and gently embraced her, his voice neither light nor heavy as he said, "Waiting for too long, I really can't guarantee that I won't hurt you."

What won't hurt her?

Camille knew it in her heart.

Especially after what he just said.

In fact, Camille was quite slow in this aspect. All her experience came from Ayan. She was a conservative person at heart, even though Sienna occasionally joked with her about sexual topics, she avoided it because some things were difficult to talk about. Although she understood that it was normal, there were still some things that were hard to say.

So every time Ayan hinted at it, she felt a bit embarrassed, even though they were open with each other and even had a child.

But that sense of shyness still existed.

Back at the hotel, after Camille took a shower and soaked her feet, she finally had time to check her phone. Ayan was already busy answering calls.

It was Kian calling.