My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955: Letting Go

Ayan chuckled, holding her hand. "You're already asking me when I'll be back? You can't bear to see me go?"

Camille remained silent; in moments like these, it was best not to say anything.

If she admitted to missing him, Ayan would probably tease her next time.

So, it was better to stay quiet.

Without a response from Camille, Ayan continued to press, "Are you trying to tell me you won't miss me?"

Camille let out a light hum, still not giving any answers.

In the next moment, he reached out and gently lifted her chin. His deep eyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his thin lips. His voice turned tender as he asked, "Not going to speak?"

Forced to look up at him, Camille met his gaze head-on, wearing a disgruntled expression. "I don't want to talk."

"Good girl. Tell me, will you miss me?" He persisted, showing no signs of giving up.

Camille furrowed her brows and replied impatiently, "You're so annoying!"

These words held no anger; instead, they carried a hint of playfulness, causing Ayan to instinctively narrow his eyes. His throat moved, and his voice took on a husky tone. "Trying to seduce me, are you?"

Sensing something amiss, Camille tried to sit up straight, her expression turning serious. However, Ayan didn't give her a chance to move. He held her shoulders firmly, not allowing her to escape. Camille immediately reached out to push him, her voice tinged with urgency, "Stop... Let go of me. Let's talk."

Observing her anxious expression, Ayan's smile deepened, and his voice, now tinged with laughter, said, "Scared? If you're scared, don't seduce me. Let's have a good conversation. Tell me, will you miss me?"

"What does it matter if I miss you? Are you planning to carry me around in your pocket?" She pursed her lips.

He seemed to consider it a good idea and instinctively asked, "How about you come with me?"

Camille hesitated for a moment, then heard him say, "But it might be tiring on the road. Forget it, stay at home."

The two of them shifted the conversation back to Mr. and Mrs. Bell's matter. Ayan said, "Mr. and Mrs. Bell are completely under Mr. Mikkola's control now. If they don't cut off this situation soon, the consequences could be disastrous. If they don't take action now, they might never be able to shake off Mr. Mikkola."

"What's the background of that Mikkola?"

"He developed his career abroad and started with publicity. He has a lot of experience in this area and has cooperated with many foreign companies." Ayan had only done a brief check on Mr. Mikkola; as long as his identity didn't pose any special threats to him and the Simpson Group, he didn't want to dig too deep. He wasn't an all-powerful person, and checking Mikkoka's history when he was abroad was a bit hard. Of course, all of this was under the premise that Mr. Mikkola didn't endanger his and the Simpson Group's interests.

Currently, Mr. Mikkola wasn't just exerting control over Mr. and Mrs. Bell; there was a clear indication that he wanted to interfere even more, and Ayan could sense it.

Ayan's face grew serious; this matter needed to be resolved quickly. Otherwise, when Preston regained his strength, he didn't want to waste his efforts on other matters.

Camille nodded in agreement. She asked, "With Mr. and Mrs. Bell's status and position, are they really willing to be constantly threatened?"

Ayan just smiled; this wasn't something he needed to worry about, so he didn't provide an answer.

At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Bell, who had just returned to the hotel, discussed the events of the night.

Mr. Bell's expression was somewhat cold as he looked at Mrs. Bell. "Maybe tomorrow, you should talk to Camille. It might be easier to persuade Ayan from her side than directly talking to him."

"I don't plan to talk to Camille," Mrs. Bell refused without hesitation. "I felt sorry to Camille for last time, so I won't turn to her again."

"If you don't talk to her, Ayan won't cooperate with us, and Mr. Mikkola will keep tightening his grip on us."

"At this point, can't we just let things take their course between us?" Mrs. Bell questioned, her expression challenging.

Mr. Bell's face immediately showed signs of excitement, and he was determined. "No, we need this project to establish a firm footing in Hance. Our reputation can't be ruined because of this incident. We've worked for so many years. Do we have to let it all go to waste because of this small matter?"

Mr. Bell approached Mrs. Bell, his brow furrowed. His voice was low and deep as he spoke, "Although we're no longer husband and wife, our relationship is deeper than that. We're family, friends, and confidants. We're going to walk a long road together. I don't want any accidents at this point."

Mrs. Bell remained silent, her expression unreadable. Mr. Bell couldn't discern her thoughts; they were hidden behind an indifferent façade.