My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 653 Gossip

Chapter 653 Gossip

Camille nodded her head without comment, thinking it was probably something at work, so she didn't think much of it.

Ayan reached out and gently squeezed her cheeks before walking down the path to the booth a few meters away to talk to Kian on the phone.

Camille stood at the the roadside and looked around, seeing the path on the other side leading to the lotus pond. She looked at Ayan again, thinking it wouldn't be over so soon, so she walked down to the lotus pond.

The pond was planted with lotus flowers. The flowers were not that many, but it was also very beautiful.

Camille took out her phone. She took two pictures and sent them to share with Sienna, then lowered her head to stare at her phone and admire it. At that moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded softly to her left: "What a coincidence!"

Camille looked up and saw the man she had just bumped into while looking for Sienna, and she nodded slightly in greeting.

The man did not mind. He looked away to the lotus pond. His voice was musical and elegant: "Lotus grows out of the mud, but not polluted. They are better than those bright flowers "

Camille was slightly stunned. Her gaze also turned subconsciously towards the man. She kind of agreed with his comments.

She slightly pursed her lips and did not want to speak. After all, they were not familiar, so there was no need to have a deeper talk. But she thought to herself: lotus were probably also like the people, seemingly from mud, but clean and untainted by the slightest dirt. Some other people, seemingly decent but actually filthy.

Camille's silence caused the man to ask in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I've talked too much.”

Camille was stunned and also immediately said, “No, you're quite right.”

"Do you feel that way?"

"Well, to some extent.”

The man slightly hooked his lips, his voice still gentle: "We can meet twice in just two or three hours. It's probably a kind of fate. In fact, I'm not going to hide it from you. I think I'm the human-figure lotus.” Camille was speechless.

Her bewilderment made the man smile lightly. He no longer looked at Camille. After all, it was only the second time they met. It was not very polite to look at her bluntly from time to time.

His eyes fell again on the lotus in the pond. The temperature of his voice seemed to be less warm than just now. He said, "Although the lotus is not a famous flower, it is not willing to settle in the mud. As long as it is the right moment, sooner or later, it will stand in the limelight." His words had just fallen, and Camille's cell phone rang the next moment.

It was Ayan who called, probably because he didn't saw her after answering the phone.

Camille immediately hung up, then looked at the man and said in a light voice: "You're right. When the time comes, either people or flowers will stand in their stage. I wish you all the best, goodbye!"

It shouldn't be out of nowhere that he compared himself to lotus, so she turned around and went back the way she came after just saying that. Ayan was standing in the middle of the road when he heard the footsteps. He saw Camille walking back down the road and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Just strolling around, are you done?" Camille didn't say much, it wasn't important after all.

Ayan naturally took her hand and said in a low voice, "Well, it's finished.”

He seemed to be in a somewhat depressed mood.

Camille asks, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." He stopped and turned to face Camille. In a low voice, he said, "Just a little tired and need someone to give me a shoulder to lean on, huh?"

Camille said: "I don't think you're tired at all.”

She didn't intend to pay attention to his words, turned around and went straight ahead to continue walking. Ayan had no choice but to follow, saying in a warm voice: "I thought you cared for me, but it turns out I made a fool of myself."

"Probably! So to avoid further embarrassment, you should stop talking now."

“No, I want to share my thoughts with you."

"But I don't want to know."

She didn't know since when Ayan started talking so much that sometimes she wanted to find something to gag him.

Fortunately, he also did not continue it, or Camille had to find a needle to sew his mouth up.

After the walk, everyone went to the hot spring.

It was also very big. The staff arranged a separate space for them. Although it was separate , men and women were still separated to give enough private space.

Camille was on the left with Sienna, and Ayan and Rex were on the right.

Bathed in the spring, they talked about different topics.

Tomas said, "I just walked around this place with Derek, and guess who I saw?"

He spoke in a mysterious way, causing Rex to wonder, "Who?" "Jordan Bailey, the Bailey family's unfavored eldest son." Tomas said without much emotion: "Although he is not favored, after all he is one of the Baileys. It seems that over all these years, he still had a pretty good life away from his family. But if you ask me, I should say although he's the eldest son, he's really not as tough as David Bailey. He looks like a gentleman.”

Rex asked without emotion, "Jordan, where did you see him?"

“That's him exactly. I was surprised when I first saw him. I didn't expect him to be here." Derek responded.

Rex, however, said impassively: "You said he is a gentleman? If he really was a gentleman, why would he come back after being gone for so long? Now that the Bailey family has been given full responsibility to David, is he not asking for trouble, coming back at this time?"

The Bailey family had been the food for gossip in Hance City in the early years. Jordan was the eldest son, and David was his little brother. Both were born to the same parents, but they had been treated quite differently.

So that was the main reason why they reacted so much when they talked about this man.

After Rex's words, he threw the topic to Ayan again. He said, "Ayan and Jordan were roommies back in college. Ayan had the most say here about his character. Ayan, what do you think of him?"

Ayan indifferently looked askance at Rex, as if he was unhappy about him being too talkative. But he did not say anything for a long time, after all, Jordan and he also did not contact for many years. He did not know much about Jordan now.

Rex did not want to let go of the idea of pursuing the question, but instead continued to ask: "Ayan, why do not you say anything? What is Jordan like? Tell us."

Ayan said coldly, “I don't know how he really is, but I do know that if word of your current behavior gets out through the walls, it will be Rex, the president of the Ward Group, who will show up in the gossip magazines of Hance City tomorrow."

Rex laughed lightly, "I don't mind. It's a great way to market Ward Group's new project for free, isn't it?"

“You don't mind, but I do. Don't say you know me when you go out.” Ayan closed his eyes. He had always disliked to discuss others’ the character. So in the end, he did not say a word about Jordan.

Camille and Sienna in the next room also heard the conversation. Although they didn't know who Jordan was, from the conversation, they still more or less caught some information.

Sienna said at a volume that only Camille could hear, "Did you hear it? Rex is getting more gossipy now as he gets older."

Camille just smiled and said lightly, “It's okay to talk about those things. There are no outsiders.”

Sienna still expressed her dislike, but couldn't resist her curiosity: "Who do you think this Jordan really is?"

"l don't know."

“You want to ask Mr. Simpson to share something with me tonight?" Sienna winked, "All you need to do is hook your finger to get Mr. Simpson to give you his heart, and he'll probably be ready to do it. So just make a sacrifice, okay?"

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