Female Novel
Chapter 964: Maturity
Chapter 964: Maturity
Camille responded with a faint smile, neither denying nor confirming.
Afterward, they didn't dwell on the topic any further. Camille watched as the nanny took Timmy and left
for preschool with the driver. Only then did Camille return to her bedroom.
Camille checked the flight information, giving herself a rough estimate of the time.
For the entire morning, she stayed home alone, taking leisurely walks in the villa garden, basking in the
sun. The day was idyllic, but her heart felt hollow, restless, and full of random thoughts.
She had little appetite, so she had some bread and fruit for brunch. She waited, patiently, until around
two o'clock when she sat on the bedroom balcony, feeling the breeze against her skin, and heard the
sound of a car engine approaching.
Her closed eyes snapped open, and her body tensed instantly. She stared blankly at the ceiling for
almost half a minute before finally getting up from the lounge chair and walking out of the bedroom,
heading downstairs.
As she descended the stairs, the front door was pushed open from the outside. Since the front door
faced the staircase, their eyes met almost instantly.
They stared at each other for a moment. The man outside the door reacted first, stepping inside. He
changed into comfortable home slippers. Behind him, Kian followed, carrying luggage. The man said
casually, "You can leave it here. You should go and rest. No need to go to the office this afternoon."
Kian nodded and felt deeply moved, "Alright." Kian glanced at Camille, who was still standing on the
stairs, and then spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, I'll take my leave."
Ayan nodded and Camille remained unresponsive. Kian didn't stay a second longer and left hurriedly.
Ayan ignored the luggage by the door and walked directly inside. He changed into a pair of comfortable
slippers and walked towards the inside. Standing at the foot of the stairs, he looked up at Camille and
asked, "Do you want to talk downstairs or in the bedroom?"
He knew Camille wouldn't want to wait for even a second longer, so even though he didn't want to
continue this conversation, he had to.
Camille lightly glossed over without looking at him. Her voice carried no emotion or warmth as she
replied, "Let's talk here. After all, it's just the two of us at home."
Her words made Ayan furrow his brows instinctively, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "So,
you've arranged everything for Timmy and the others too? You insist on clearing things up today?"
"The arrangements for Timmy and the others were just to prevent our dispute from affecting them,"
Camille replied. "If you think it would be better to have them here for this conversation, I can call them
right away. So, what's your preference?"
She said this and took a few more steps towards him. Although Camille was over 5'6", there was still a
significant height difference between her and Ayan. At this moment, when she spoke, she maintained
her usual eye level, which meant her gaze fell on his jawline, and she faintly detected the scent of
tobacco coming from him. This made her subconsciously furrow her eyebrows before lifting her foot to
quickly walk towards the living room, trying to maintain some distance from him.
But just as she had taken a step, Ayan grabbed her wrist.
Camille instinctively pulled away, her tone commanding, "Let go of me!"
Her voice was authoritative.novelbin
Naturally, Ayan didn't comply, but he didn't exert much force either. Still, it was enough to prevent
Camille from breaking free.
His deep, unwavering gaze was fixed on Camille. He said, "We can talk, but you have to agree to one
condition."
Camille's expression instantly turned cold. She looked at Ayan as if she had heard the most absurd
joke. She said, "I'm sorry, but considering what you've done, why should I agree to any of your
conditions? Mr. Simpson, aren't you being a bit too overbearing? Or are you planning to use the same
tactics on me as you do with your company and your business partners?"
Although Camille was smiling, there was no hint of amusement in her expression. Her bright, wide eyes
stared at Ayan, and her gaze was filled with obvious coldness. It was as if she were telling Ayan,
"You're quite a joke."
Ayan's attempt to continue was stifled by Camille's attitude. He replied, "I'm not asking you to agree to
unreasonable demands. You can do whatever you want to me, but don't mention breakup to me, and
don't leave home or move to Maple Leaves Mansion because of this."
He expressed his thoughts, but Camille didn't accept them. She said, "I won't agree to any demands
from you. What you're asking for right now is excessive, Mr. Simpson. Are you not willing to have a
proper conversation with me?"
If they wanted to have a productive conversation, why bring up things that would upset her?
They locked eyes for a while, and it was evident that Ayan was losing this silent battle. He knew that if
they didn't clear things up now, Camille's anger and resentment would only grow.
Feeling somewhat helpless, he took a deep breath and released Camille's wrist. In the next moment,
all she left him with was the sight of her back.
One minute later, they sat face to face on the living room couch. Their eyes remained fixed on each
other, and Camille's voice, calm and unhurried, broke the silence. "You said we should have a proper
conversation. Why are you not speaking now?"
Ayan's deep gaze remained focused on her, and he spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone, "Where
would you like to start?"
Camille taunted, "Why did you lie to me? If I hadn't found out, would you have never told me? Or were
you planning another drama of 'real divorce and remarriage' with me?"
Ayan's expression grew heavier, and he spoke in a subdued tone, "I never thought that way. I just didn't
know how to say it to you."
Camille scoffed, "Oh, it's not that you didn't know how to say it to me; it's just that you didn't know how
to continue deceiving me, right? After all, in your eyes, I have zero intelligence, and you can make any
decision you please, thinking it would satisfy you. You didn't need to tell me, not even ask for my
opinion, because you were confident enough to manipulate me, and even..."
Camille's anger escalated as she spoke, and her emotions became highly charged. She stared at
Ayan, her facial expressions reflecting her feelings. She continued, "I've asked you countless times,
and I've told you numerous times that I don't like being deceived. I don't want to be deceived, not even
by well-intentioned lies. I hope we can be honest with each other. I won't deny that I've hidden some
insignificant things from you, but they were truly minor. But you, on the other hand? You didn't just hide
things; you deceived me, played tricks on me!"
Camille's laughter was mocking, and her expression was filled with sarcasm. Once, she genuinely
wanted a divorce, and she truly wanted to remarry. But now, he had just revealed to her that they had
never actually divorced.
Is this not laughable?
Camille's words weighed heavily on Ayan, and he squinted, his voice turning low and hoarse, "I never
thought that way. At that time, you were adamant about getting a divorce in the hospital, and you had
just given birth to Timmy. I couldn't ignore your physical condition, so I had no choice but to make that
decision. I admit, my choice was very selfish, and I didn't consider your feelings, but I don't regret doing
it."
"Fine, you thought it was for the best for us and used a fake divorce to fool me. But what about later?
When you willingly proposed remarriage, didn't you think it was the right time to be honest with me?"
She questioned.
He said, "I did think about it, but I didn't know if you could accept it. I wasn't sure, so I didn't know if the
timing was right."
Ayan appeared almost like a child who had made a mistake, facing Camille's relentless questions. His
answers lacked any confidence, as he knew he had been in the wrong. He felt good about it, but
Camille didn't, and he had no valid excuses at this moment. However, he still hoped Camille would
grant him one request. He said in a low voice, "Cami, can't you give me a chance?"