My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 973

Chapter 973: Artful Discussion

She took the elevator up to Ayan's office floor. As she stepped out of the elevator, she happened to run into Ayan's assistant. She casually inquired, "Is Mr. Simpson in his office?"

The assistant replied respectfully and confidently, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson. Mr. Simpson just finished a meeting and is now in his office discussing work with Kian."

Camille nodded and continued, "Has he made any plans to address the online matter?"

Shaking his head, the assistant replied, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, I don't know about that. Mr. Simpson hasn't made any arrangements, so we haven't received any instructions on how to handle it."

Camille pursed her lips, choosing not to press further. She spoke softly, "Alright, I understand. You can go back to your job. I'll find him myself."

Camille proceeded towards Ayan's office. When she reached the door, she paused. The soundproofing was excellent, and she couldn't make out what was being said inside.

Her expression was muted, her face showing a complex array of emotions. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes as she silently organized her thoughts, rearranging the words she was about to say. Finally, she lifted her hand and lightly knocked on the door.

The knocking lasted less than ten seconds before the door swung open from the inside.

Kian, who opened the door, appeared slightly surprised when he saw Camille, his expression momentarily frozen. But he quickly regained his composure and greeted her, "Mrs. Simpson."

He then turned his gaze towards Ayan, his voice faintly tinged with pleasant surprise, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson is here."

Hearing Kian's words, Ayan also raised his head to look at Camille. He was equally taken aback, although they had met just last night, the atmosphere during their previous encounter hadn't been pleasant. So her voluntary visit was somewhat unexpected.

Kian didn't linger and simply invited Camille inside. After pouring her a cup of coffee, he promptly exited the office.

Camille took a seat on the sofa while Ayan sat behind his desk. There was a considerable distance between them, and neither spoke, enveloping the room in an unusually tranquil atmosphere, quiet enough for them to hear each other's breath.

The silence lingered for quite some time before Ayan finally set aside the documents in his hand and stood up. He walked over to the sofa and took a seat.

He looked at Camille, pondering her intentions for coming at this particular moment. His voice carried a faint warmth as he inquired, "Why did you come at this hour?"

Camille raised her gaze to meet his. Her voice was calm as she responded, "I have something I want to ask you."

Ayan's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice grew more serious as he asked, "Does it have to be at this hour?"

Camille's brows furrowed briefly, and her expression showed a hint of confusion, but she quickly regained her composure. She replied, "Mom just called me. They've seen what's happening online. Grandpa wants me to tell you that, regardless of your intentions or plans, you should clarify this matter as soon as possible. Prolonging it isn't good for Simpson Group. Even if you have reasons and explanations later, it will appear as if Simpson Group is resorting to artful discussion."

Upon hearing Camille's words, Ayan felt a subtle sense of relief deep inside. His expression softened, and he relaxed a bit. His voice took on a lighter tone as he remarked, "You see, they are closer to you than they are to me."

He even managed to make a playful comment, suggesting that the matter concerning Simpson Group wasn't too serious.

Camille pressed her lips together, choosing not to respond to his remark. She simply stated, "Grandpa is just worried. He's getting older, and naturally, he hopes that Simpson Group remains trouble-free and continues to operate smoothly."

Ayan nodded in agreement, his deep eyes continuously fixated on Camille. He spoke in a gentle tone, "I will resolve this matter as soon as possible. If Grandpa asks you again, just tell him I've been informed."

Camille softly nodded her head. After exchanging the necessary words, there was little left to say.

As Camille inadvertently raised her gaze, her eyes met Ayan's, which hadn't left her for a moment. She couldn't ignore the slight tension and discomfort in her posture.

Ayan broke the awkward silence, softly asking, "How do you feel after taking the medicine?"

She hesitated for a moment, understanding that he was referring to her fever. She then replied, "Much better."