My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1576: As If

Upon hearing Camille's questioning voice, Ayan finally stopped and loosened his grip on her, his voice deep and low as he said, "Now you want to know what I've been doing? Why don't you ask why I've been sitting in the car for so long?"

He had been sitting in the car all this time?

This was something Camille hadn't expected at all, so she looked at him with surprise and asked, "You've been in the car this whole time?"

Why didn't you go home?

Did you not feel like driving?

Of course, Camille didn't voice these questions. She simply pursed her lips, feeling weighed down and uncomfortable because of the pressure.

She wanted to pull her hand out of Ayan's grasp, but she lacked the strength to do so. Plus, Ayan had no intention of letting go, so she had no way out.

She could only look at Ayan and listen to his response, "You don't know where I've been, and you don't care. You can still fall asleep. Sometimes I really wonder what's going on in your mind. Do you not have any space for me in your heart? Is that why you don't react to anything I do? Are you simply indifferent?"

The man's deep, hoarse voice echoed in Camille's ears, causing her face to become somewhat stunned. How could this person twist things around like that?

Camille also felt very aggrieved as she said, "Isn't it you? You didn't even look for me when I didn't come back last night."

Camille felt quite helpless. How could this person speak like that?

She took a deep breath, and her emotions came along with it. She was already feeling very aggrieved today, and now he was saying such things. Camille tightly pursed her lips, took another deep breath, and her voice revealed a hint of displeasure, "Why can you twist things around like that? Obviously, you were the one who started throwing a tantrum, right?"

Camille had completely forgotten about their argument regarding the photos. Right now, she was completely unsettled, with Ayan constantly doing things wrong in her mind. She took a deep breath and spoke with a profound sense of grievance, saying, "Go away. I don't want to see you right now."

After hearing Camille's words, filled with grievances, Ayan laughed.

Ayan, of course, didn't leave. Instead, he reached out and gently pinched her chin, his voice low and hoarse as he said, "So now everything is my fault?"

Camille didn't say anything, but her eyes had already given their consent.

Camille looked at him indifferently, her eyes filled with cold displeasure.

Ayan continued, "Why are you so angry? What about me? You didn't come back all night, not even a phone call. You got mad and went out to play without having dinner, leaving me and Timmy at home. Should I also tell Timmy that you bullied me?"

Ayan listed Camille's offenses, his voice filled with grievances, as if he was about to cry.

Camille pursed her lips and, from being angry and displeased at the beginning, she became somewhat unsure of herself. Because the truth was exactly as he described, she had been acting like that. So why did it feel like she was the one in the wrong?

Camille glanced at Ayan without saying a word. The lighting was dim, so she couldn't see his facial expression clearly, but his deep and profound eyes were filled with indifference.

Camille looked away and murmured in a low voice, "I didn't do anything wrong. It was you who ignored me first."

Camille spoke with a sense of grievance.

Ayan also felt more aggrieved,

saying, "Are you saying that if I pay

attention to you, you would be

willing? Miss Armstrong, don't forget, you didn't want me to touch you. remember very well the look of disdain on your face. So what do you want me to do? Stick to you but not touch you?"

Camille had completely lost her voice, so was he deliberately ignoring her because he was afraid he couldn't control the desire to touch her?

Camille clenched her teeth, feeling extremely unpleasant. Well, she was a little uncomfortable, to be honest.

Dr. Chow was right. It was all because she didn't trust him enough, which led to some suspicions. Even with evidence in hand, what if it wasn't true?

Camille thought this way, but deep down, she didn't really believe it. Certain things, once seen, kept fueling her imagination.

Camille took a deep breath. Her mood was truly restless, and that unease made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She couldn't pretend she didn't know anything right now. It seemed all she could do was try to control her inner emotions.

She reached out her hand voluntarily, encircling Ayan's waist, burying her head in his neck, and softly, hoarsely said, "Ayan, I admit that I have indeed hidden something in my heart, but I don't know how to say it. Can you give me a little time?"

"How long?" He didn't ask what it was about; he just asked how much time she needed.

Camille thought seriously, but she truly couldn't determine the specific time.

She took a deep breath and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I don't know, but I will definitely adjust myself as soon as possible."

"So?"

During this period, what would happen to their relationship?

Camille understood his meaning and pondered seriously. Then, she said calmly, "So, during this period, we..."

Before Camille could finish her sentence, Ayan's phone rang in the next moment.

She pursed her lips and just held Camille gently without making any sound.

It was Kian calling Ayan. Kian reported today's events to him. The stock market volatility had been resolved, and things were stable now.

Although the stock market issue had been resolved, public opinion was still ongoing because the person who claimed to be the victim's relative continued to play the victim, completely turning themselves into a pitiful figure.

Kian told Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, I have

investigated it. The person

spreading rumors and causing

trouble behind the scenes is not related to the injured person's family. I also asked the victim's family and the victim themselves, and they indeed have no connection with this person. This individual is not from Hance City, and their identity information has not been logged into any hotels or places requiring identification. So, for now, we can't find anything related to them."

Kian was also worried. He investigated everything thoroughly, and he had never encountered such a situation before. It was exhausting because he didn't know where to investigate from.

Ayan replied with a low "hmm," his

voice revealing a hint of indifference. He said, "If we can't find anything, keep investigating. Don't stay in a dead end. Try a different approach to continue the

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investigation. It's a living person; I

refuse to believe we can't find their

identity."

Because the things the person posted online were not verified with real names, it was really difficult to investigate their true identity.

As for the identity information the police initially provided, it was fake, and the person was now in hiding, completely stuck.

Kian actually had a suspect in mind and whispered to Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, do you think it could be related to Preston?"