My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987: Dizziness

Camille's reaction revealed her thoughts, and Ayan's expression naturally soured. He narrowed his eyes and displayed a faint displeasure as he said, "Of course, I know what I'm saying. So, you're not willing?"

"Ayan, can we talk about this when we get back? Now is not the time for this discussion. We just came out, and the staff might complain about us causing a scene."

"We have the freedom to do as we please, right? We're the ones involved, so why should we care about what others think?" Ayan replied, somewhat self-assured.

This left Camille at a loss for words. She blinked her eyes, momentarily unsure of what to say.

After a brief silence, she spoke up, "I understand your point. Even if we don't care about others' opinions, we shouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves. If we go back in right now, won't the people waiting in the lobby see us? It's a crowded place, and who knows what rumors might spread."

Camille attempted to convince Ayan and patiently explain the reasoning behind her words.

But at this moment, Ayan couldn't care less. His mind was fixed on his proposal, and he couldn't be swayed from it.

He stared into Camille's eyes, as if trying to see through her. "So, are you saying that if no one gossips, you'll agree to remarry me?"

Camille was once again taken aback, not knowing how to respond.

However, Ayan seemed quite confident. "I'll arrange it now, either clearing the area or offering them incentives to keep quiet if necessary."

Camille almost wanted to open Ayan's head to see what was going on inside. Why couldn't he understand?

Camille felt utterly helpless, and it was emotionally draining.

She tightly bit her lip and said, "Please don't do this."

Ayan remained silent, his face still displaying a mixture of annoyance and frustration, making Camille even more exasperated.

She reached out and gently touched Ayan's arm, speaking in a very gentle tone. "Ayan, doing this might just give people something to talk about. So much has happened recently, and I really don't want to be the subject of gossip."

He continued to remain silent.

Camille was in a difficult spot.

She lightly bit her lip, thinking quickly. Her voice turned even more tender as she said, "Let's go back for now. I have work this afternoon."

Ayan's brows furrowed, and his expression grew colder. His voice remained low. "Are you saying you don't want to remarry me?"

He regretted agreeing so easily and wished he had found another way to ease her dissatisfaction. Now that they were divorced for real, she seemed unwilling to remarry him.

This made Ayan feel like their relationship was slipping out of his control, leaving him uncertain.

He wouldn't reveal this to Camille; instead, he suppressed his emotions.

Camille had no idea about the turmoil inside him. She just didn't know how to explain things to avoid misunderstandings.

But just as Camille was struggling with her response, Ayan's phone rang. It was Kian calling.

Something seemed amiss, as Ayan's face didn't look too pleasant, and his tone was aloof. He answered, "Alright, in about an hour."

After saying that, Ayan hung up and cast one deep look at Camille before starting the engine and driving away.

Ayan drove Camille back to Franklin Bay, and Camille took the initiative to ask, "Has something happened?"

His gaze remained on the road ahead, his expression calm. He replied, "It's about Cora. She's at the police station now. Originally, we were just waiting for the legal procedures to charge her. But last night, she suddenly applied for bail and requested that the police provide her with a lawyer."

Camille's face also turned cold, her voice devoid of warmth. She asked, "Is she confident she can get away with this?"

"Probably not."