My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 982

Chapter 982: Sappy

A handsome face was filled with deep hesitation, and a slight frown appeared between his brows. His profound eyes revealed a touch of warmth despite his inner conflict. He maintained this state for a while before reluctantly unlocking his phone and typing in the familiar numbers. His clean fingertips held a hint of contradiction as he finally pressed the call button.

After a few beeps, the call was quickly answered, and after two or three rings, the other end connected.

A woman's warm voice came through, "Hello?"

"Cami, it's me," he spoke softly.

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and pressed her lips together. "Yes, I know."

Since he called from his own phone, of course, she knew it was him.

After Camille's response, Ayan fell silent.

The atmosphere quieted down, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats. Camille asked softly, "Why are you calling me at this time?"

Ayan squinted his eyes slightly and his voice lowered, "What are you doing now?"

"Getting ready to go to the Simpson's mansion to see Timmy," Camille replied.

He continued, "Last night was quite late, so I didn't go back to accompany him. When he grows up a bit more, he'll probably hold grudges, won't he?"

His voice carried a low chuckle, and a clear sense of amusement flashed in his brow.

Thinking about Timmy, a small smile tugged at Camille's lips. Her voice remained warm and gentle as she said, "Probably."

Ayan sensed her hesitance in her tone. His deep gaze revealed a touch of seriousness as he asked in a slightly husky voice, "How about having dinner together tonight? There's a new French restaurant. Let's try it."

Camille also hesitated for a moment. She understood that his invitation was not just about having dinner because he had mentioned before when she visited Simpson Group that they should talk seriously about this matter once it was resolved. They couldn't keep avoiding it.

Camille bit her lip and her voice sounded a bit stiff as she agreed, "Sure, okay."

"I'll pick you up tonight."

"I can go by myself; just send me the address."

He insisted, his tone gentle but unwavering, "I'll pick you up."

While his tone was gentle, there was no room for refusal.

Camille squinted her eyes for two or three seconds, and instead of refusing outright, she said calmly, "Alright."

With that, the phone call ended. Camille sat on the sofa but remained motionless and unresponsive. She had known since the day she found out that Ayan hadn't divorced her that they would have to have a serious conversation about this matter. However, despite the passing days, she still wasn't mentally prepared for it. Instead, she felt nervous.

Camille bit her lip, feeling extremely anxious. So, she put on a jacket and went next door to find Sienna.

Due to the recent incidents, both of them hadn't been going to the company for the past couple of days. Yessica was there, and she would handle things well.

After meeting with Sienna, Camille immediately shared her thoughts and feelings. Sienna listened and only asked one question, "Are you still angry about this?"

"Of course," there was no doubt about her emotions regarding this matter. She didn't doubt her feelings about it at all. Even now, when she thought about it, she found it hard to accept the concealment.

Camille bit her lip, her expression slightly cold, and her eyes revealed a touch of warmth. She opened her mouth and said softly, "I'm not afraid to face him; I just don't know how to face him. I even find it difficult to interact with him now."

"Cami, what you're saying is making me worried," Sienna's expression turned serious. "Do you still love him?"

"Of course," Camille answered without hesitation. She continued, "But isn't that a separate issue?"