My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908: Strolling Around

She rarely checked up on him.

The term "check up" gave her the impression of being interrogated by the police, so she felt it wasn't very pleasant.

Normally, she wouldn't have made this call. She would have just waited for Ayan to come back home.

But today, she wanted to ask.

Ayan's voice came through the phone, accompanied by a smile, "Back home?"

"Yeah, and you? Where are you?" Camille continued to inquire.

Ayan replied, "On my way back, about half an hour away. What do you want for dinner?"

Camille didn't have much of an appetite. She responded in a casual tone, "Let's decide when you're back."

Ayan faintly sensed that something might be amiss with her response. He asked in a lowered voice, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No." She didn't have the intention to continue the conversation. Her expression was quite indifferent. She said, "I'm tired, let's leave it at that."

Camille's response also indicated that something was bothering her. Ayan, however, decided not to push further. He said, "Alright, then."

Camille seemed a bit exhausted, and she leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.

Ayan arrived home in about half an hour.

Seeing Camille looking drained, Ayan took off his coat upon returning home and went over to sit beside her. He reached out and gently touched her forehead to check her temperature, which was normal. Then he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Camille shook her head lightly, and Ayan cupped her cheeks with his hands. His clear eyes locked onto her, and he asked, "Tell me, what's bothering you?"

She pressed her lips together and replied in a distant manner, "The preparations for the museum project are almost done. In the next few days, we need to select two architects to be part of the project team. The rest of the architects will return to their respective companies."

He withdrew his hand from her face and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Camille didn't have a concrete idea. She simply said, "I haven't really thought about it."

Ayan's lips curved into a faint smile. "So, you won't even be honest with me? If you want to continue with this project, you're guaranteed a spot. With your capabilities and qualifications, anyone with discerning eyes would choose you. If you're worried, I can help you secure the spot. The reason I didn't just give you the position directly is because I know you wouldn't like me using my influence to secure it for you. But if this situation is affecting your mood, I might take this matter into my own hands. Understand?"

Camille clearly understood Ayan's implications.

She hurriedly replied, "No, please don't. I don't plan to continue with this project. It's quite demanding to work with the project team, and I have other plans."

Camille wasn't just speaking casually. Working for this project would consume all her time, which wasn't her intention. After finishing her current work, she was planning to collaborate with Sienna and participate in a designer competition held overseas.

She was going to work as an assistant for Sienna.

This had been arranged between them even before Sienna returned from Flento.

Therefore, that architect's comments in the museum that afternoon didn't affect her at all. From the very beginning, she hadn't intended to continue with the project.

However, Ayan seemed a bit uncertain as he asked, "Are you really not participating anymore? And it has nothing to do with your schedule or any other reasons?"

"Really, I'm not just lying to you. It's true." She looked up into Ayan's eyes, her gaze unyielding as she met his, and asked lightly, "What about you? Is there something you're not telling me?"

She asked seriously, without a hint of playfulness.

Ayan paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed slightly. His voice deepened as he asked, "Are you questioning me?"

"I'm just asking. It's not a question of whether I'm questioning you. Of course, if you don't want to tell me, you can treat it as if I didn't ask." She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at her lips. The smile was so subtle that it was barely noticeable.