My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 839: Acting Cute
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Chapter 839: Acting Cute

Chapter 839: Acting Cute

Sienna hadn't even made it home yet. It had only been a little over ten minutes since they had parted

ways.

She had Ayan's number saved, so when she saw this string of digits, she assumed it was Camille

calling.

Pressing the answer button, her gaze drifted to the window as a soft voice came through, "Hello?

Cami?"

"It's me," Ayan responded calmly, then continued in a deliberate tone, "Cami went to take a shower. I

have a few questions for you."

Sienna's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she replied in a calm tone, "Alright, go ahead and ask."

"Regarding tonight, I want to know if Mario used Cami to threaten you?" Ayan got straight to the point,

without any beating around the bush.

His words caught Sienna off guard, and naturally, she couldn't deny or refute them, as Ayan's

intelligence had already given him an 80 percent certainty.

Sienna pursed her lips slightly and whispered, "Yes, but it's not entirely a threat anymore because I

have other things to do. So, don't think too much about it, and don't tell Cami."

"Did he use the relationship between me and Camille to threaten you?" Ayan had no intention ofnovelbin

stopping there. Since he had already asked, he naturally wanted a clear answer.

Sienna let out a silent sigh. "Yes," she confessed to Ayan. "Since you've already guessed it, I have no

intention of hiding it from you. We are being honest with each other because we don't want to burden

one another. But Mr. Simpson, I'm not just doing all of this because of your situation. So, don't feel any

pressure, and don't think that it's because of you that I'm in this situation."

"Understood," Ayan replied in a gentle tone. His expression remained emotionless to the extreme. He

continued, "If you were threatened by Mario due to the status of my marriage with Cami, you can

simply tell him that Camille and I are not divorced at all. So, the information he knows doesn't constitute

a threat."

Sienna was taken aback, disbelief evident in her eyes. She was greatly shocked. "Mr. Simpson, are

you trying to comfort me? Are you intentionally saying this to reassure me and alleviate any concerns I

may have?"

Ayan smiled faintly and replied, "Do I need to comfort you?"

Sienna was stunned, and she still found it hard to believe as she asked, "Mr. Simpson, you said that

you and Cami are not divorced, but didn't Cami say that you were already divorced? Is she lying, or are

you lying to me?"

"She didn't lie to you, and neither did I. Only a few people know about this, including my secretary and

you."

"Even Rex doesn't know?"

"Naturally."

Sienna felt like she had learned something extraordinary. She quickly told Ayan, "Mr. Simpson,

regarding this matter, I think I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything. Let's pretend nothing happened just

now. It's a bit too unbelievable, and if Cami finds out, she will definitely kill me, won't she?"

Her reaction made Ayan chuckle lightly, and then he calmly said, "If you're afraid that Cami will cause

trouble if she finds out, let's forget about what I said earlier. The purpose of telling you was not to make

you face the pressure from Cami with me. I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to let our

situation affect your own choices. If Mario tries to threaten you with this matter, let him do as he

pleases. Even if he spreads this news through other people, I will eventually find out who is involved.

Do you think he would dare to offend me over such a trivial matter?"

Ayan remained calm and spoke more to Sienna than he ever had before. After all, his character was

such that he never said a word more than necessary. He spoke so openly to Sienna because she was

Camille's good friend. If it were anyone else, he would never have done the same.

Sienna naturally sensed this as well, and she sincerely said, "Thank you, Mr. Simpson. But rest

assured, now that I have heard these words, I know what to do."

"That's good," Ayan glanced at a figure emerging from the bedroom and spoke in a subdued tone,

"Then let's leave it at that. She's coming out."

"Alright, goodbye!"

"Mhm."

After finishing their conversation, Ayan promptly deleted the call record and placed his phone on the

coffee table.

Camille looked at him, noticing that he hung up the phone as soon as she came out. She asked, "Who

were you talking to?"

Ayan took the towel from her hand and began drying her hair. A faint smile played on his lips as he

replied in a low voice, "Why? Are you starting to investigate me now?"

Camille playfully glared at him, displeased. "I'm just concerned about you."

"Concerned, huh? Are you really just concerned?" Ayan smirked.

Seeing that he clearly didn't want to answer, Camille decided not to pursue the matter any further. She

simply said, "Never mind if you don't want to say. But remember, you're still in the probation period, and

your actions could be deducted points!"

"Now you're threatening me? Cami, you've become naughty!" Ayan used the towel to wrap her head,

pulling her tightly into his embrace. His fingers, with distinct knuckles, lightly brushed against her chin

as his voice turned hoarse. "Tell me, how else do you plan to handle me, hmm?"

The warm breath on her cheek made her stiffen, unable to move. She instinctively wanted to create

some distance between them, but he refused to let go. Instead, he held her even tighter. Camille felt as

if they were merging into one.

She pursed her lips, her tone somewhat unnatural as she said, "I'm not trying to control you. I'm just

kindly reminding you. If you don't want to listen, then forget it."

Watching her slightly nervous expression, Ayan found it particularly adorable. He stared into her eyes

intently, his voice tender as he spoke, "You have that possessive look on your face, yet you say you're

not trying to control me. If it's not control, why do I already feel your indifference and reminders?"

"Mr. Simpson, you have quite the imagination!"

"Thank you for the compliment. You're the one who taught me well." Ayan still had a faint smile on his

face as he lightly touched her chin with his fingertip. There was a deep implication in his eyes. His

voice turned low and hoarse. "Since I came to Flento City, how many times have you neglected me for

Sienna? Now that Sienna isn't here, shouldn't you pamper me a little?"

Camille was momentarily stunned, staring at Ayan in disbelief. Was he just acting cute?

Unable to contain her laughter, she said, "Oh my, Mr. Simpson, are you acting cute?"

He didn't feel even the slightest bit embarrassed by her laughter. After all, in front of the person closest

to him, what was there to be embarrassed about?

Only in front of the person closest to you could you completely open your heart. If you still had to

pretend in front of them, life would be too exhausting, wouldn't it?

Ayan's deep gaze remained fixed on her, and a gentle expression emerged in his eyes. He wouldn't

deny it. Instead, he nodded directly and said, "Yes, I'm acting cute. So, will you indulge me?"

In fact, this wasn't the first time Ayan had acted cute, nor was it the first time he had shown this side to

her. It was an image that no one else could see or imagine, but Camille saw it.

If before she had only sensed Ayan's liking and affection for her, at this moment, Camille truly realized

that Ayan's feelings for her were different from anyone else's.

These feelings were uniquely hers

She pursed her lips, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. She said, "Alright then, how

do you want me to indulge you? Do you want me to hug you?"

He stared into her eyes without wavering. "Yes, but besides hugging, I want something more."

"One can't be so greedy!"

"I'm very greedy when it comes to you."

He spread his long legs, completely enclosing her in his embrace. He pressed her against the marble

pillar next to the floor-to-ceiling window. His hands rested on her waist, leaving her with no chance to

escape or retreat.

His breath drew closer, slowly closing in on her. This leisurely approach was like a massive and

powerful enemy advancing on the battlefield, unstoppable.

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