Chapter 581 A Slap

Chapter 581 A Slap

He didn't think Camille would be asked so bluntly, he didn't think the

time was ripe, so since the last time he asked her to give him a chance,

he stopped asking her similar questions, he didn't want to put her under

pressure, he just wanted her to know what he was thinking and his

sincerity before she considered it seriously.

The two's eyes just looked at each other and his answer was

straightforward, not denying it because of this suddenness.

Camille gritted her teeth lightly, a faint smile on her cheeks, "I don't

want a remarriage.” She lowered her eyes to look away and made the

meaning of her words clearer: “I have no intention of getting remarried,

so you should stop wasting your time on me."

"Is that what you insisted on telling me even though you had already

fallen asleep?" The light smile on Ayan's cheeks still surfaced, but the

bottom of his deep eyes were flooded with thick darkness, as if a thick

layer of ink had been splashed on and could not be erased.

“I just want to be clear, I don't want you to waste your time and I don't

want the relationship to become ambiguous.”

Especially she didn't want him to continue doing things that weren't in

line with what divorced couples did.

That would be more and more entwined.

Ayan asked, "What made you want to talk to me about it at this time?

Was it a spur of the moment or did you have that in mind?"

“There's no conflict whether it's impromptu or pre-planned, right?"

“Is it because my presence around you too often lately has made you

feel stressed and annoyed, so you don't want to keep seeing me

anymore and now you put an end to all my hopes to stop me pestering

you?"

"That's fine if that's how you want to understand it."

Camille did not hide or avoid staring at him, her eyes clear and bright

without the slightest emotion. That was what makes Ayan feel

powerless.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow furrowed especially, and his

voice was low to the extreme: "I don't accept your reason, we only

separated because of misunderstandings between us. As long as these

misunderstandings are cleared up, everything will go back to the

original. Now we also have Timmy, can't that be a reason to get back

together?"

Camille's eyes were cold as she looked at him. Her long eyelashes

couldn't hide the look in her eyes. His words made her laugh as if she

had heard some ridiculous joke. "So you think we have to remarry

because of Timmy? All you need is a reason and a condition to

remarry?"

He stared at her with a stony expression, not knowing how to answer

the question.

Camille took a deep breath, for she had already fallen asleep before

getting up, so her hair was casually draped, and was now gently

swaying with the wind.

She said, "Ayan, you don't love me, so why pretend you love me so

much that you only want me?"

Just because she was suitable?

But the world is so big. How could people be sure she was the only one

suitable for him?

Ayan stared at her without changing his expression, his tightly furrowed

brows were gradually smoothed out, his eyes were thin and deep, his

thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and only after a long time did

he say in a light voice: "It's late, you should have finished your words?

Then go up and rest, I still have a video conference to hold, huh?"

He sounded as if nothing had just happened.

Camille stared blankly at him, and without waiting for her to say

anything, Ayan added, "Go upstairs by yourself?"

Camille: "Ayan, what I said ...."

"Camille, I'm on the last flight back straight from Dane City after

working on the project without even eating dinner. If you're done

talking, go up now. If you're not done, either I'll go up with you and

continue or you'll get in the car with me and go back to Hanyama

Mansion and continue, so do you want to choose the former or the

latter? "

His words were full of threats and warnings, and he told Camille again

not to go on, or he couldn't guarantee what he would do.

Camille stared at him coldly, her brow as cold as ice. "You see, you

always do this. You want to remarry, but where is your effort and

sincerity? You think I'm right for you, right for the Simpson family, but

have you ever asked me? Are you right for me?"

"So you're choosing the latter to go back to Hanyama Mansion with me

to continue the conversation?" With that, he had already reached out

his hand to hold her wrist, and he seemed to want to take her to the

car. "Camille, I gave you a choice, and you didn't want it."

He didn't want to hear any more. Not a word that came out of her

mouth was that he wanted to hear.

Now he just wanted to shut her up right away.

Camille struggled, but how could she possibly be a match for Ayan's

strength?

With the prospect of being taken to his car, she gave vent to all her

feelings. She said in a cold voice: "Ayan, you will only use this way and

means. You have never asked me if I want it. You have never thought

about it from my point of view. Even after our divorce you have never

reflected on it, because you think you have the certainty to make me

agree to remarry you. You think you can definitely influence my

decision. Even if it is not voluntary, you have a way to threaten me to

make me nod, but have you ever thought that if a marriage is not based

on feelings, then divorce is its destiny”

"AhHr

Camille's words fell as she was pushed hard against the car by Ayan,

and with him fell a fierce kiss of no gentleness.

The dry nicotine smell of tobacco immediately took over her mouth.

Camille was unable to avoid her, as her hands were also tightly

clutched by him, and she could only open her eyes wide, forced to

accept his wanton kisses.

Nobody knew how long this kiss lasted.

Until her body went limp and almost slid down, he let go of her

mercifully, and then before he could say anything, she jerked away

from his clutching hand and raised a heavy slap directly to his cheek.

"Bang!"

The sound of a loud, crisp slap was extraordinarily clear.

In the dim light, the man’s deep eyes were gloomy and cold, his

handsome face expressionless to the extreme.

She looked at him with arched eyebrows, as if smiling, but there was

not the slightest warmth. She looked at him indifferently: “Ayan, you

really can't even be a qualified ex-husband, you “re so annoying!"

He narrowed his eyes, his handsome face so gloomy that raindrops

could fall from it. He looked down at her, and only after half a second

did he speak in a low voice: "It's fine you hate me. I didn't expect you to

like me. After all, you're still over your ex-boyfriend, and I'm not

interested in being a qualified ex-husband.”

She looked into his deep, dark eyes and laughed, "Since you know I

have an ex-boyfriend in my heart that I can't get out of my mind, you

should keep your distance from me, or do you love me too much to

leave me, Master Simpson? You don't mind even if I have someone

else in my heart, as long as I can agree to remarry you?"