Female Novel
Chapter 984: Stammer
Chapter 984: Stammer
Camille was taken aback. She had only mentioned "if," why was he latching onto those words?
Camille pursed her lips and said, "Let me make an analogy."
"I don't like analogies like this," he replied bluntly, his expression turning cold. He continued, "Please,
don't use such analogies again, okay?"
His words left Camille speechless, and she felt like the conversation had veered off course.
Camille naturally refused to answer. She met Ayan's gaze head-on, her lips pressed together in
silence.
In truth, Camille still hadn't figured it out, because she had no idea how to resolve it in the first place.
Whenever she thought about this matter, her mind felt jumbled.
She was afraid that her decision would make Ayan think she was making a big deal out of nothing. This
thought grew stronger in her mind, and her emotions became increasingly uneasy.
Her inner turmoil and hesitation were clearly evident in her eyes, although she believed she was
concealing them well, Ayan could see right through her.
Ayan's deep eyes flickered slightly. He didn't continue with the previous topic but said, "Can you give
me a chance?"
"What kind of chance do you want?"
"A chance to pursue you again?" He was quite candid, his eyes filled with sincere earnestness. He
said, "I know you're probably still angry right now, but I hope you can agree to this and give me some
assurance. It would save us from being too awkward, okay?"
Ayan's lips curled into a faint smile, and he continued, "If you're unwilling to give me a chance, then I'm
afraid I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
Camille found his words puzzling.
And then, in the next moment, he said slowly, "Cami, let's get a divorce."
Camille was taken aback by Ayan's statement. She hadn't expected him to bring up divorce during this
meal.
She remained silent for a long time, her thoughts seeming heavy, and her expression remained cold
and unchanged.
The silence hung in the air.
Ayan's lips slightly parted, and he calmly continued, "Don't think that my decision to divorce means I
want to cut ties with you completely. It's not that simple. So, it's best you don't have any ideas about
completely getting rid of me or severing all connections."
His tone and attitude were quite domineering, which left Camille momentarily stunned. Her expression
showed a hint of surprise.
Ayan's reaction prompted a faint smile to appear on his lips. He asked in a husky voice, "Why aren't
you speaking?"
Camille pursed her lips lightly, and her expression remained somewhat tense. She responded in a
calm, measured tone, "Have you thought it through?"
"Yes, I have," he replied without hesitation. His eyes remained calm and resolute, and there was no hint
of evasion.
Camille didn't say anything, and there was a pause. Then she asked, "When do you want to go through
with it?"
"Tomorrow morning, I'll come to pick you up, alright?" Ayan fixed his gaze on Camille. His thin lips
curved into a gentle smile, and there was a sense of tranquility in his eyes.
Camille nodded lightly and said, "Alright, see you tomorrow morning."
"Good," Ayan replied in a warm tone.
Their conversation gave the impression that they hadn't discussed divorce arrangements, but rather
had agreed to meet for a casual breakfast at a high-end restaurant tomorrow morning.
This harmonious and businesslike approach to divorce was somewhat unbelievable.
However, there was no one else around to witness their conversation. As for each other, they wouldn't
know what they had talked about. Ayan's suggestion made Camille's demeanor much more natural,
and her facial expression was no longer as rigid and cold as before.
Ayan couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless. He whispered to himself, "Is this how she wants to
divorce me?"
Ayan even couldn't get angry. This was all caused by him. He had cornered Camille into this situation,
and now, even if he wanted to be upset, he had to swallow his own frustration.
If he hadn't chosen this course of action to trap Camille earlier, they might have reconciled by now. But
that's how the world worked, and it was impossible to have everything his way.
Ayan felt quite regretful about the whole situation, but now that they had reached this point, he couldn't
afford to have any ulterior motives or intentions regarding Camille. He had tried Camille's
stubbornness, and one attempt was enough.
The decision had been made, and it was getting late. They both needed to wake up early tomorrow, so
Camille and Ayan left the restaurant.
Ayan drove Camille back home, and during the ride, they engaged in a brief conversation, avoiding
topics related to their own situation. Instead, they discussed the return of Grandpa.
Ayan said, "My grandfather is planning to return, so let's not let them know about our situation for now.
I'm afraid it might upset him and affect his health."
Camille nodded, "I think that's a good idea."
"Are we thinking alike?" Ayan asked with a faint smile. Their conversation didn't seem like one between
people planning to get divorced, so outsiders would remain unaware of their true relationship.
Camille gave him a sidelong glance and asked, "You seem quite happy?"
Her tone carried a hint of questioning, and her sudden icy gaze made Ayan pause slightly. His voice
was husky as he said, "I'm a bit happy because I can talk to you properly now."
Though he had been busy with company matters these past few days, his thoughts naturally revolved
around Camille. Especially when he returned to his personal space after work, he didn't dare to contact
her at all. He knew she was still angry, and he wondered if reaching out to her now would only deepen
her anger. This led him to maintain silence, not doing or saying anything.
In this moment, it felt like they were back to their previous state, and his words carried the same
intimacy as before.
Camille didn't respond directly; instead, she changed the topic and asked if Talia had discussed
Grandpa's health with him.
Ayan's expression turned serious, and he replied, "Dr. Ellis contacted me a couple of days ago. While
the family doctor has been taking care of Grandpa's health over there, it's not as comprehensive as it
would be in Hance. Dr. Ellis informed me that his age and the various health issues have compounded
into significant problems. Given his age and the previous incidents, his body has a difficult time
recovering. He requires attentive care."
Camille nodded in understanding, her expression growing solemn and concerned.novelbin
She let out a silent sigh, as if reminding herself and also reminding Ayan. She said, "Grandpa is getting
older. Try to spend as much time with him as you can. Don't wait... because if you do, even regret won't
make up for it."
Old Simpson had always been good to Camille, and she reciprocated by trying her best to ensure his
happiness. She didn't want any regrets in the future.
Since the topic had become quite heavy, it cast a shadow over both of their moods.
Upon returning to Franklin Bay, Camille unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out of the car. She
turned to Ayan and said, "I'll go in first."
Ayan replied with a simple "Okay."
He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his deep gaze fixed on Camille. He had shown little
reaction throughout their conversation, which left Camille unsure. Without much hesitation, she pushed
open the car door, intending to exit.
As one of her feet touched the ground, her hand was suddenly grabbed, and Ayan's deep voice
sounded, "Are you leaving me alone here?"
Camille turned back in confusion, her eyes showing a hint of puzzlement. She didn't immediately
understand the meaning behind his words.
It wasn't until later that she realized what he meant, and she instinctively tried to withdraw her hand,
her voice becoming slightly stuttered, "You... what are you saying?"