My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 992

Chapter 992: Funny

Rex hesitated for a moment, wearing a troubled expression on his face. Then, he quickly caught up and said in a gentle tone, "Ayan, can we talk? If you need help, I'm here for you."

"Shut up!" Ayan snapped.

Rex didn't ask any further questions and assumed that Ayan had some hidden issues. After all, even Sienna hadn't disclosed much, and she had warned him not to mention it to anyone. Otherwise, he wouldn't be allowed back into the master bedroom. This threat was undoubtedly effective against Rex.

After their walk, it was already dark outside.

The five of them parted ways at the villa's entrance and went to their respective homes.

Perhaps tired from their walk and playtime, Timmy felt a bit sleepy. Camille entrusted him to the nanny to take him upstairs for a bath.

Camille and Ayan leaned against the sofa in the living room. The TV was playing a recently launched singing variety show, where popular young singers critiqued former stars whose styles had fallen out of favor. These once-famous singers, while no longer as popular, had created classics known far and wide. However, the current popular music styles were different from those in the past, resulting in their songs having little appeal today. In contrast, the singers with average talent but a trendy image were thriving.

Camille watched quietly for a while and couldn't help but comment, "This is so frustrating."

Ayan, understanding what she meant, casually picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He said, "That should make you less frustrated. If it's still not enough, I can have Kian pull this show off the air."

He wasn't just making empty promises. If she agreed, he would do it.

Camille wasn't that bored, though. After all, everyone had their choices to make, and perhaps the contrast was necessary to highlight the talents of these past stars. It might even be a good thing for them.

Camille quickly said, "No, I'm not that domineering."

"Does that mean you won't get angry?" He looked at her and asked.

Camille just pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm not really angry."

Ayan's gentle gaze remained fixed on her, and his expression was always tender. His voice was equally soft as he asked, "Did you tell Sienna about us?"

Camille was slightly surprised by this sudden question. Judging from his expression, Sienna had probably mentioned it to Rex, and Rex had just asked him about it.

Camille didn't evade or hesitate; she answered candidly, "Yes, I mentioned it this afternoon at the office. She was bound to find out sooner or later, so I didn't plan to keep it from her."

"You're honest with her," Ayan said with a hint of bitterness, but Camille didn't feel the need to explain further.

The conversation on this topic ended there.

The two of them didn't stay downstairs for long and soon went back to their bedroom. Naturally, they lived together.

After taking a shower, Camille stood on the balcony to get some fresh air. She could faintly hear the sound of water running from the bathroom, and she couldn't help but find it amusing.

Perhaps their relationship was unique among them?

But they were adults, and there was no room for pride or grievances.

Tonight, however, Camille wanted to tease Ayan a little.

Camille returned to bed, and shortly after, Ayan emerged from the bathroom. The atmosphere in the room was unusually quiet, as if they could hear each other's heartbeat.

Wrapped in a towel, Ayan, his hair still wet, slowly approached the bedside from a higher vantage point and looked down at Camille. He asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

Camille replied, "Yes."

Ayan's deep gaze fixed on her. "Aren't you waiting for me?"

Camille smiled faintly and asked, "Mr. Simpson, do I need to wait even when I'm going to sleep?"

"I've suffered so much today. Aren't you going to make it up to me?" He hinted at something more with his deep, alluring eyes.