My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 284: Contrarian

Chapter 284: Contrarian

Instead of admitting it outright, Preston just said lightly, "Just a friend." A friend can make him change his clothes specially?

Camille didn't think so.

But she didn't ask more questions so as not to make him suspicious. After work in the evening, knowing that Camille's car had been taken in for maintenance, Preston offered, "I'll give you a ride back with Sienna.” He's not asking, he's stating.

Camille didn't refuse either: "Sure, then I'll trouble you to make a special trip."

"What are you talking about? Remember what I told you?"

He has said many times that there is no need to say “thank you" to him. Camille smiled, "Okay, I remember."

She got in the back with Sienna while Preston drove in the front. Sienna kept silent all the way, but the atmosphere could not be too quiet, which was a bit uncomfortable, so she had to take the initiative to find something to say to Preston.

She asked Preston, "Preston, are you getting ready for your birthday? What are you going to do for it?"

Preston's birthday is in early December, just a few days after the second round of the tournament.

In the past, he occasionally spent his birthday with the Walker family, and occasionally invited Camille to have dinner with him.

That's basically how it's been since she's known him.

Preston drove while responding warmly through the rearview mirror, "We don't know yet, if we pass the second round successfully, I'll treat you to a meal, right?"

"You still have to invite us to dinner on your birthday, if this gets out I will be condemned, right? Why don't we do as you said, if we pass the second round successfully, I'l invite you and the company to get together, it just so happens that we haven't had dinner together for quite a while."

"Good, then I'll be polite.”

“Then it's a deal, don't change your mind again then?"

Camille confirmed it again.

Preston nodded his head in the affirmative.

Sienna's voice sounded unhurriedly at this moment as she asked, "Mr. Walker, if you promise so quickly now, won't you have to stand us up when you fall in love with the person you're dating today?"

Camille does not move to hold Sienna's hand to remind her to cut the crap.

Preston did not have the slightest emotion, just a light smile: “This you can rest assured, I do not intend to fall in love with the idea for the time being, as for the object of dating also just get along with friends."

"And your date knows what you think?"

Sienna pressed on with the question.

He was only slightly silent, and only then did he respond unhurriedly, "I think we are unmistakable, because from the beginning there was no thought or act of giving each other any misunderstanding, so I don't think it will happen to have this problem that you mentioned, of course, I know you are doing it for my own good, thank you Sienna.”

Preston smiles gently, his eyes and eyebrows are also flooded with softness, will not give the slightest sense of pressure.

But Sienna didn't like his reaction at all, she just lightly chirped, her voice indifferent: "But don't thank me, I'm not doing this for your own good, I'm just afraid you'll hurt our fellow women because of your decision."

Sienna's words have no mercy or face to speak of, almost as if she just blurts out whatever comes to mind.

Preston's face also changed slightly some faint stiffness flashed by. The atmosphere in the car was also quieted by Sienna’s words, and Camille's grip on her after that was subconsciously harder, and her eyes were inquiringly inquisitive: "What are you talking about, dear?" Sienna pursed her lips and blinked with a somewhat innocent face. Camille sighed in helpless silence and spoke in a low voice: "Preston, Sienna she didn't mean anything else, she's been in a bad mood lately.”

Preston just smiled and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, she's straight- talking, I don't mind."

Sienna rolled her eyes, but said no more.

Sienna was the first to get out of the car, and then waited for Camille by the car.

Camille said to Preston, "You go back and drive safe.”

"Good."

"Well, bye."

"Bye-bye."

The two waved before Camille got out of the car and stood to watch Preston drive away before she and Sienna walked into the apartment. Camille asks, "Did you just take dynamite?"

“I'm just not happy with him."

"So can't you put up with it?" Camille asked softly, actually still quite helpless, he said, "You don't have any problems or unhappiness with him either, right? Why do you have such a big problem with him?" Although Sienna has said before that she simply doesn't like Preston very much as a person, although there is not much communication and interaction, but she just doesn't like him.

Sienna sighed silently, then said: "I thought he was quite hypocritical before, now I think he is a very sinister person, I also want to control myself, do not want to disturb what you want to do in your heart, but just can not control, and I thought carefully, if my transformation of him is too obvious, he should also be suspicious, right? *

The smile on Camille's face then disappeared, and all she could respond to was a nod from Sienna.

In fact, what she cares about is not Sienna's attitude towards Preston, but just that her inner feelings about Preston have changed, so her heart is a little less comfortable.

Back at the apartment, Camille was a little tired and wanted to take a shower and lie down, so she and Sienna didn't stay together.

The two opened the opposite door separately, waved goodbye, the door closed, and Camille saw the familiar man's shoes in the foyer. She was a little surprised that Ayan was back so soon?

Camille changed her shoes and walked inside. She saw Ayan standing on the balcony of the living room, talking on the phone, she didn't bother, put down her bag and went straight to her room to take a shower.

Half an hour or so before she came out, the man sat on the sofa, the atmosphere was somewhat quiet and vaguely drifting strange.

Camille walked over to him and sat down, asking in a shallow voice, "Why are you home so early today?"

Ayan didn't say anything, just raised his eyes to meet hers and said in a warm voice: “Don't you want me to come back so early? What are you afraid I'll find or see?"

Camille subconsciously wrinkled her brow, "What are you talking about?"

"Heh, don't know what I'm talking about? You really don't have anything to say to me?"

His eyes looked at her with a gloomy look, and a face that was expressionless to the extreme.

Her face faded slightly and she asked with some confusion, "What is wrong with you? Wasn't it fine before you left home this morning?" “You didn't drive to the office today? Specially asked Preston to drive you back? What do you mean by that?"

Ayan's cold gaze was fixed on her for a moment, and her eyes widened slightly at the succession of questions.

He saw Preston send her back?

Camille slightly pursed her lips, reached out and took his arm, smiling lightly: “You're upset because of this? I didn't drive to the office in the morning because I temporarily had something to do with Sienna, and the reason why I just came back in his car is also because I didn't drive there, so ..."

“You're not going to call me?"

"I thought you were busy ..."

The man snorted lowly, his cold and light eyes sweeping past her face, “That's just what you think, you didn't even ask, how do you know I'm busy?"

Even if he is busy, he will still find time to make arrangements.

Just the thought of her getting too close to Preston immediately flooded a handsome face with a cold chill, and the deep, deep eyes were revealing obvious displeasure and sulking.

He didn't wait for Camille's answer, but then he asked, "I thought you had distanced yourself from him? Camille, don't tell me you're just confusing me by distancing yourself from him?"

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