Chapter 582 Pestering

Chapter 582 Pestering

Her words were full of mocking sarcasm, and a cold smile swept under

her eyes, and her face was expressionless again. She subconsciously

wanted to push away him and to keep her distance from him, but Ayan

obviously saw through her mind, so he directly held her wrist.

He was cold, but his tone was close to gentle, light and slow: “Yes, you

are right, I have loved you so much that I can't help myself, so even

though I know you have someone else in your heart, I don't mind, so for

the sake of my deep love like this, can you promise to remarry?"

"Wish it as you like!" She said coldly, “I don't want to, I've had a hard

time drawing the line with you, why would I want to jump in again?"

Ayan did not have the slightest displeasure, just hooked his lips into a

light smile, and a doting look surfaced under his eyes. He said, "Well,

this time you don't have to jump in, I'll go up to you and make you

agree.”

"What makes you think I can't find anyone else but you?"

“Not on the basis of anything but your willingness to give me a chance.”

"Ayan, do you have to be so cheeky?" Camille was so mad at him, he

would reply to whatever she said, so if he couldn't do it forcefully, he

would do it with softness, wouldn't he?

She grimaced and jerked her hand hard, "Let go of me, I don't want to

see you and I don't want to say one more word to you."

He did not let go of his hand, looking down at her, his deep eyes like an

impermeable net covering every movement of her face. He said in a

low voice: "You say I do not love you? Now that I admit to loving you so

much, you can't believe it or dare to face it?"

"Do I have to believe you when you say you love me?"

"Do you not believe it or are you afraid that you will fall in love with me

even after you believe it?"

He pressed on, as if he had to pry Camille's mouth open before he

would give up.

Camille grimaced. Of course, she didn't believe him when he said he

loved her. It was just a response to the snide remarks she had just

made.

She stared, her eyes indifferent. "I won't trust you, and I don't need you

to fall in love with me, and I don't want anything to do with you."

Camille struggled to pull her hand out, but he wouldn't let go, making

her feel as if her wrist was about to be broken.

Her eyes turned red. "You're hurting me!"

He then reacted and immediately let go of her hand.

He said, "Since before we got divorced, you said you wanted to end

this loveless marriage because I didn't love you, now I admit to loving

you and you refuse to agree to remarry. Camille, can't you believe I

love you or are you afraid to remarry me?"

"Whatever you say, whatever you think doesn't matter to me at all, and

I don't want to know what you think."

"Okay, if you don't want to know, I'm not in a hurry. I can wait until you

believe.”

His eyes were slightly narrowed, a gentle, light smile on his face, and

whatever Camille said, he had something to say in response.

There was a moment when Camille regretted picking up the subject

tonight. She should have responded to him by playing dumb and giving

him the cold shoulder, instead of saying all the things she did now,

making him cheeky and shameless instead.

She did not want to say another word to him. She pushed him away,

pulled him away completely, and then walked into the building without

looking back.

She fled as if there were a wolf following her. Looking at her back, Ayan

narrowed his eyes slightly, which revealing intense and strong emotion.

After this night, his intention of remarriage was laid bare, and Ayan also

would no longer hold back.

The next morning, Camille came out of the gate to see him leaning

against the body, a cigarette in his bony fingertips. And when he saw

her, he immediately put it out and stood there staring at her for a

moment.

Camille didn't even know if he came over early in the morning or if he

didn't go back at all last night?

Ayan did not follow her up, but just watched her get into her car and

then drove behind her.

Of course, this was just the beginning.

Shortly after Camille arrived at the office, Yessica knocked on the door,

"Cami, someone has sent you something and you have to sign for it in

person.”

"What stuff?"

"Flowers." Yessica squeezed her eyebrows and smiled, "Did Master

Simpson surprise you again?"

Camille wrinkled her nose and walked out of the office. She saw the

runner holding a bouquet of brightly colored roses. Then he said to her

with a smile on his face, "Hello, these are flowers for you from Master

Simpson."

Camille didn't want to make things difficult for the errand boy, so she

had to sign for it. Yessica immediately helped her carry it into the office,

then grabbed her phone and took a picture and sent it to the small chat

group of three.

She said, "Master Simpson is demonstrating his love, and it's making

me jealous from the morning of the day."

Camille sat in front of her desk and stared at the bouquet of roses in

front of her, she narrowed her eyes and spoke lightly: "Okay, I have to

work, you go out.”

Yessica sensed that she didn't seem too happy and didn't dare to ask

more questions, so she could only put her phone away and exit from

the office.

Camille pursed her lips, she was silent for a long time before picking up

the phone and dialing out. The other side answered quickly. Without

waiting for him to speak, Camille said, "Mr. Reid, it's Camille, can you

please stop ordering me flowers for Ayan? I know you're just doing

what he tells you to do, but as long as I don't tell him, he won't know if

you ordered them or not. It'll make you relaxed and me happy, okay?"

Her voice was soft and full of courtesy, and after she finished, she

quietly waited for Kian's response.

But the next moment, instead of Kian's voice, she heard a familiar

hoarse voice. "I ordered the flowers myself. Do you not like red roses?

And tomorrow, another color or another flower?"

The gentleness on Camille's face was gone, and she said coldly,

"Ayan, don't you understand what I mean? It's not that I don't like

flowers, I don't like the flowers you gave me. I think I made it clear

enough last night, don't you understand?”

After saying that, she didn't wait for Ayan's response and cut off the call

directly. Originally, she just wanted to discuss with Kian, but who knew

that Ayan would be the one to answer the phone?

Did he have that much time?

Doesn't the Simpson Group have anything for him to do?

But Camille did not know, Ayan instructed Kian, as soon as Camille

called, to let him answer immediately. Originally, it was just in case, but

he guessed it right.

After Camille hung up the phone, Ayan put the phone in front of Kian,

gave him a condescending glance, and said meaningfully: "She trusts

you a lot? And she took the initiative to call and talk with you. Does she

often take the initiative to contact you?"

Kian immediately sensed the danger in these words and shook his

head hastily, “No, no, this is the first time she called me. The phone can

be at your disposal if you need.”

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, indifferently looked at him, and then

walked into the office with his long and slender legs.

Kian breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking he almost had to retire

early.

It was just the beginning for Ayan. He finished work early in the evening

and drove his car down to Camille's office, then accompanied her back

to Maple Leaves Mansion just as he had done in the morning, although

Camille ignored him and even treated him as if he were transparent.

But the next day, he repeated the same actions. At first Camille found it

annoying, and disturbed, but knowing that he would not stop there, she

gradually began to see herself not part of it, so that she would not felt

bothered again.

Even when talking to Sienna, she just said with an indifferent attitude

as if she had nothing to do with it, "It's his business how to do it, but it's

my business whether I will change my idea.”

"You've already made up your mind?"

"Yes. Maybe I still had a smallest fantasy before on this matter, but now

I have completely abandoned all the thoughts after the showdown. I

think we are doomed to be strangers, we are not suitable, so the it can

only be like this."

Sienna nodded and threw out the last question in her mind, one that

she wanted Camille to confront directly, she said, “You don't believe

him when he says he loves you, do you think there's really no such

possibility or is it because you've loved him for too long without a

response, so when he says he's in love with you, revenge arises in

your heart? *