My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1262: Cooperation

Chapter 1262: Cooperation

The two of them went to the restaurant together, and Nanny had already served the dishes.

In order to praise Ayan for his cooperation today, Camille ate a full bow! of rice. Yes, she had quite the appetite.

After the meal, Ayan said, "You find a movie to watch, I'll go to the study to handle some work."

"Are you busy today?"

"Yeah, a little bit. After finishing the tasks at hand, I'll be dealing with the final stages of a project overseas in the next few days." Ayan gently touched her cheek and patiently explained his work process.

Upon hearing this, Camille felt a bit guilty and openly confessed her thoughts for the day.

Ayan just smiled upon hearing it and said, "I'll consider you honest.” He didn't seem surprised at all and even had the appearance of someone who had known about it all along.

Camille furrowed her brows slightly, curious as she asked, "So you're not surprised at all?"

“It's not surprising. After all, you're not the type to act spoiled with me for no reason.” He looked at Camille as if he could see through her thoughts, with a faint smile between his eyebrows. His deep eyes seemed to be telling Camille that he could discern what she was thinking just by listening to her voice.

Being seen through, Camille naturally didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she confidently said, "Well, I won't apologize because I don't think I did anything wrong!"

Ayan laughed and gently pinched her cheek. He said, "I've never thought you did anything wrong, nor did I want you to apologize. So rest assured, I don't have such thoughts or expectations!"

Camille covered his mouth with her hand and whispered, “Shut up, don't say anything more.”

Ayan held her hand and his voice remained gentle as he said, "Treating Yessica so well?"

"She's been with me for so long and has never betrayed me. She's very loyal to me. Besides, isn't she Kian's girlfriend now? By doing this, I'm just trying to win over Kian and make him more loyal to you, right?" Camille finished speaking with a smile and then quietly waited for Ayan to praise her.

As expected, Ayan didn't disappoint and commended her, "Hmm, very good. You truly deserve to be my capable assistant!"

He deliberately emphasized the words “capable assistant." His voice was deep and magnetic, like a rich piano melody that tugged at the heartstrings.

Camille pressed her lips together and softly said, "You always like to make fun of me."

“I'm only speaking the truth. I have no intention of deceiving you at all. Come on, feel it for yourself.” As he spoke, he grabbed Camille's hand and placed it directly over his heart. The strong and rhythmic heartbeat in his palm was particularly clear. He asked, "Can you feel it?"

Camille withdrew her hand firmly without answering, only asking, "When do you plan to go on a business trip? Will you visit Grandpa at the hospital before the trip?"

"Yes, I will go, but I won't accompany Timmy at the Simpson's mansion. I'm a bit busy these days, and I might not have enough time," Ayan replied.

"That's alright. Timmy will understand. After all, his dad is Ayan, and it's normal for Ayan to be busy,” Camille's words carried a hint of pride. Ayan couldn't help but show a faint smile and then spoke in a warm voice, “It's okay if he doesn't understand. As long as you understand me."

Ayan was the typical type who wanted a wife but not children. Children were just accidents, but his true love was his wife.

Afterwards, Ayan went back to being busy, and Camille passed the time on her own.

She took a shower and was about to have a video chat with Timmy. At this stage, Timmy was in the talking phase, and he would babble a lot, with countless "whys" every day, constantly bombarding Talia with questions. Sometimes, when she video chatted with Camille, it was the same. Camille would be left feeling dizzy from all the questions, so one could imagine how helpless Talia must be on a daily basis.

But just as she picked up her phone and was about to make the video call, an unfamiliar local number called in.

Camille looked at the string of unknown digits, and her heart started pounding.

She hadn't even touched the answer button yet, but she already had a vague guess, and her face stiffened with seriousness.

Her eyes stared blankly at the phone screen without blinking, her facial expression cold and indifferent.

The phone kept ringing, and Camille bit her lip forcefully. Then she answered the call. She raised the phone to her ear, but there was no sound, not even a breath. She held her breath, waiting for the other person to speak.

Perhaps seeing that she wasn't saying anything, the person on the other end spoke lightly, “It's me."

The familiar voice made Camille's expression even more solemn. Camille remained silent.

The person on the other end said again, "Cami, are you listening?" Only then did Camille ask indifferently, "Is there something?"

Her tone was extremely cold, so cold that it lacked any warmth.

The other person seemed somewhat dissatisfied and said, "You don't want to receive my call?" He chuckled and added, "But didn't we agree?"

Camille didn't answer his question and simply asked, "Just say what you want to say!"

She had no intention of wasting time with him, and if there was something to say, he should get straight to the point. Since they had reached this point in their relationship, there was no need for any kind of tact or good attitude between them.

Her attitude was excessively cold, to the point where the other person could clearly feel it.

The atmosphere gradually grew colder, and the man's voice resounded again. He said, "Since you don't want to be friends with me, let's keep it strictly professional. Do you remember the request you promised me? If you want everything to be calm and prevent me from hurting Timmy, then please cooperate with my arrangements."

"So, what arrangements do you have? Just say it," Camille remained equally cold.

Preston's voice also became indifferent as he said, "I want Ayan's itinerary. Give it to me tomorrow morning.”

Camille immediately furrowed her brow and asked, "What do you need his itinerary for? I won't give it to you. I did promise to cooperate with you, but I won't cooperate if you plan to harm anyone from the Simpson family.”

Camille naturally and without hesitation refused. She didn't even hesitate and directly refused on the grounds of excuses.

Naturally, her response displeased Preston, and he said in a cold tone, "Cami, do you know what you're saying? Are you rejecting me now? Have you forgotten my warning?" He asked with a hint of insinuation. Camille pursed her lips tightly, her voice carrying an excessive seriousness. She said, "I've told you, I won't harm anyone from the Simpson family. If you think I'm not cooperating, then do as you please. But if you try anything with Timmy because of this, Preston, I will make you pay the price, no matter what."

"Cami, are you threatening me?"

“If that's how you perceive it, then so be it. I am Timmy's mother. Do you expect me to stand by and watch you harm my child? I don't know what deep grudges or hatred you have with the Simpson family, but I hope you can confront them openly instead of hurting a child who has absolutely no influence on you. Don't you think that's despicable?"

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