My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 925

Chapter 925: Pity

Zoie's retreat reflected Molly's insistence, leading to a confrontation between Preston and Molly for the first time. The cause was Molly's desire to invite him to dinner with her friends, but Preston responded, "Attention to us is too high right now, it's not a good idea to appear in the public eye too much."

"But we're getting married. Why can't we announce it? Are you scared?" Molly couldn't understand and even questioned, "Do you not want to marry me? Is that why you don't want everyone to know we're getting married?"

Molly's words irritated Preston. He responded, "If that's what you think, then fine. No matter what I say, you won't believe me anyway, right? Molly, you don't trust me at all. So what's the point of us getting married?"

"So you regret it then?"

"It's not regret; it's you who changed, Molly. You've changed to the point where I almost don't recognize you anymore." Preston seemed saddened, his face bearing a troubled expression while his eyes remained calm, devoid of emotion.

Not allowing Molly to continue speaking, Preston simply said, "Let's both calm down."

With that, he stood up and left the apartment.

Watching the door close, a faint coldness flickered across Molly's face, her eyes carrying a hint of mocking laughter.

As if mocking herself and mocking Preston.

At a hotel not far from Preston's apartment, Zoie was just finishing her preparation to go out for a stroll when the doorbell rang.

She hesitated for a moment, instinctively putting down her bag, tiptoeing to the door, and peeking through the peephole. When she saw the person outside, her expression froze.

Didn't they just say they wouldn't see each other recently?

Why was he here again?

Zoie didn't dare to think too much and immediately opened the door.

Their eyes met, and he walked in, closing the door behind him, pressing Zoie against the wall, and leaning in to kiss her.

His intention was straightforward, devoid of any euphemism. All the effort Zoie had put into dressing up disappeared.

After a passionate encounter, the two of them lay cuddled on the bed. Zoie gently asked, "Didn't you say you're too busy lately?"

Usually, he wouldn't come after saying so. Today was an exception. She had planned to go out for a walk, to enjoy herself even if she was alone.

Preston didn't answer, just asked in a gentle tone, "Don't you want me to visit you?"

Zoie chuckled, "Of course not. I'm just afraid of delaying your work. Of course, I'm happy you're here. I hope you can be with me all the time."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. Her eyes carried a familiar look that put Preston at ease. His gaze softened, and his voice dropped a few degrees as he said, "I'll accompany you for a couple of days, then you head back to Hance. I'll return once I've dealt with my matters."

"Should I head back on my own?" Zoie asked, surprised.

Preston didn't explain. He simply said, "I'll be busy for the next few days. So you go back first."

Zoie nodded, not questioning further, simply going along with his words.

Preston and Zoie spent time together, and Preston even turned off his phone. This was clearly meant to prevent Molly from reaching him, making sure Molly knew he was angry, and expecting her to come and comfort him, as she had always done before.

However, this time Preston's plan didn't succeed.

On the afternoon of their argument, Molly directly contacted the media to release news of her upcoming marriage to Preston.