My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 964

Chapter 964: Maturity

Camille responded with a faint smile, neither denying nor confirming.

Afterward, they didn't dwell on the topic any further. Camille watched as the nanny took Timmy and left for preschool with the driver. Only then did Camille return to her bedroom.

Camille checked the flight information, giving herself a rough estimate of the time.

For the entire morning, she stayed home alone, taking leisurely walks in the villa garden, basking in the sun. The day was idyllic, but her heart felt hollow, restless, and full of random thoughts.

She had little appetite, so she had some bread and fruit for brunch. She waited, patiently, until around two o'clock when she sat on the bedroom balcony, feeling the breeze against her skin, and heard the sound of a car engine approaching.

Her closed eyes snapped open, and her body tensed instantly. She stared blankly at the ceiling for almost half a minute before finally getting up from the lounge chair and walking out of the bedroom, heading downstairs.

As she descended the stairs, the front door was pushed open from the outside. Since the front door faced the staircase, their eyes met almost instantly.

They stared at each other for a moment. The man outside the door reacted first, stepping inside. He changed into comfortable home slippers. Behind him, Kian followed, carrying luggage. The man said casually, "You can leave it here. You should go and rest. No need to go to the office this afternoon."

Kian nodded and felt deeply moved, "Alright." Kian glanced at Camille, who was still standing on the stairs, and then spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, I'll take my leave."

Ayan nodded and Camille remained unresponsive. Kian didn't stay a second longer and left hurriedly.

Ayan ignored the luggage by the door and walked directly inside. He changed into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked towards the inside. Standing at the foot of the stairs, he looked up at Camille and asked, "Do you want to talk downstairs or in the bedroom?"

He knew Camille wouldn't want to wait for even a second longer, so even though he didn't want to continue this conversation, he had to.

Camille lightly glossed over without looking at him. Her voice carried no emotion or warmth as she replied, "Let's talk here. After all, it's just the two of us at home."

Her words made Ayan furrow his brows instinctively, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "So, you've arranged everything for Timmy and the others too? You insist on clearing things up today?"

"The arrangements for Timmy and the others were just to prevent our dispute from affecting them," Camille replied. "If you think it would be better to have them here for this conversation, I can call them right away. So, what's your preference?"

She said this and took a few more steps towards him. Although Camille was over 5'6", there was still a significant height difference between her and Ayan. At this moment, when she spoke, she maintained her usual eye level, which meant her gaze fell on his jawline, and she faintly detected the scent of tobacco coming from him. This made her subconsciously furrow her eyebrows before lifting her foot to quickly walk towards the living room, trying to maintain some distance from him.

But just as she had taken a step, Ayan grabbed her wrist.

Camille instinctively pulled away, her tone commanding, "Let go of me!"

Her voice was authoritative.

Naturally, Ayan didn't comply, but he didn't exert much force either. Still, it was enough to prevent Camille from breaking free.