My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 934

Chapter 934: Uneasy Heart

He didn't deny it; that meant he admitted it.

Camille gave a faint smile, "I don't get involved in your matters with Preston, so you don't need to tell me. Everyone's perspective and decisions are different, so I have no right to blame or demand anything from you. After all, I'm growing less and less familiar with him. I might not have understood him from the beginning. So, I don't really know what kind of person he is now."

Camille met Ayan's dark eyes with a deeper smile, her voice warm, "Ayan, I'm really glad you can be honest with me. Thank you for caring about my feelings."

She extended her arms for a hug, and after a moment's hesitation, Ayan reciprocated. He held her gently, his voice a soft whisper near her ear, "No need to thank me, never say thank you."

"Alright, Mr. Simpson," she playfully responded.

Ayan's slightly tense expression softened.

Although Camille had said she didn't need to be informed about what to do, Ayan still brought it up proactively, "Kian went to Flento. In these next few days, he'll likely stir up some things with Preston. So, he might approach you. No matter what he says or does, don't believe him, don't engage, got it?"

"Got it," Camille softly replied.

Ayan tenderly stroked her hair, and his deep eyes turned dim and contemplative. As for the matters he had been trying to obstruct, he wasn't sure if he could completely prevent them. But if they did happen, how would she react?

These questions darkened Ayan's expression further, and the depths of his eyes grew even darker, like ink.

Yet, now that Camille had promised him, he felt a glimmer of confidence. It was the worst-case scenario, but he would do his best to prevent it. Once everything settled down, he needed to confess to Camille. It was better than her hearing it from someone else's mouth.

That night, both Flento and Hance seemed far from peaceful.

Some people stayed awake until dawn, like Preston, who hardly slept a wink that night. His heart was restless and uneasy, burdened by a myriad of hidden concerns. Ever since the livestream last night, although Molly hadn't said anything, he could unmistakably sense her growing distance. It was so cold, almost as if she saw through him.

Such unease left Preston with an inexplicable sense of guilt and anxiety.

Molly was already asleep on the bed in their apartment. As the sky grew brighter, he scribbled a note, grabbed his car keys, and headed out, using the excuse of buying breakfast.

In fact, the moment he left, Molly was already awake.

The closing of the door wasn't loud, and she was in a half-asleep state, but she could sense the slightest movements.

Most importantly, she hadn't fully closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

So, Preston's departure wasn't lost on her. She sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. A faint, cold smile curved at the corner of her lips, an expression filled with calculating coolness.

In her heart, she silently thought, "Preston, this is what you owe me. This is your deception towards me. It's all your own doing. I gave you chances, but you didn't cherish them. You never kept me in your heart. So, it's not my fault, it's not on me."

Preston naturally had no idea about Molly's thoughts or the fact that she had woken up the moment he left.

He drove to Zoie's hotel after leaving the apartment.

Because of the video incident, Zoie had to change hotels. She had picked a new one after Preston left the previous hotel, following his message telling her to choose a new hotel herself. With the video incident, she didn't cry, complain, or lose her temper. Her restraint only made Preston's heart ache more, as no man could remain indifferent to a woman who sacrificed so much for him.

So, he drove to see her using the excuse of buying breakfast, and naturally, he knew which floor and room number she was in.

When he rang the doorbell, Zoie quickly opened the door.