Chapter 964: Maturity

Chapter 964: Maturity

Camille responded with a faint smile, neither denying nor confirming.

Afterward, they didn't dwell on the topic any further. Camille watched as

the nanny took Timmy and left for preschool with the driver. Only then

did Camille return to her bedroom.

Camille checked the flight information, giving herself a rough estimate

of the time.

For the entire morning, she stayed home alone, taking leisurely walks

in the villa garden, basking in the sun. The day was idyllic, but her heart

felt hollow, restless, and full of random thoughts.

She had little appetite, so she had some bread and fruit for brunch. She

waited, patiently, until around two o'clock when she sat on the bedroom

balcony, feeling the breeze against her skin, and heard the sound of a

car engine approaching.

Her closed eyes snapped open, and her body tensed instantly. She

stared blankly at the ceiling for almost half a minute before finally

getting up from the lounge chair and walking out of the bedroom,

heading downstairs.

As she descended the stairs, the front door was pushed open from the

outside. Since the front door faced the staircase, their eyes met almost

instantly.

They stared at each other for a moment. The man outside the door

reacted first, stepping inside. He changed into comfortable home

slippers. Behind him, Kian followed, carrying luggage. The man said

casually, "You can leave it here. You should go and rest. No need to go

to the office this afternoon.”

Kian nodded and felt deeply moved, "Alright." Kian glanced at Camille,

who was still standing on the stairs, and then spoke in a low voice, "Mr.

Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, I'll take my leave."

Ayan nodded and Camille remained unresponsive. Kian didn't stay a

second longer and left hurriedly.

Ayan ignored the luggage by the door and walked directly inside. He

changed into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked towards the

inside. Standing at the foot of the stairs, he looked up at Camille and

asked, "Do you want to talk downstairs or in the bedroom?"

He knew Camille wouldn't want to wait for even a second longer, so

even though he didn't want to continue this conversation, he had to.

Camille lightly glossed over without looking at him. Her voice carried no

emotion or warmth as she replied, "Let's talk here. After all, it's just the

two of us at home."

Her words made Ayan furrow his brows instinctively, his voice tinged

with a hint of helplessness. "So, you've arranged everything for Timmy

and the others too? You insist on clearing things up today?"

"The arrangements for Timmy and the others were just to prevent our

dispute from affecting them," Camille replied. "If you think it would be

better to have them here for this conversation, I can call them right

away. So, what's your preference?"

She said this and took a few more steps towards him. Although Camille

was over 5'6", there was still a significant height difference between her

and Ayan. At this moment, when she spoke, she maintained her usual

eye level, which meant her gaze fell on his jawline, and she faintly

detected the scent of tobacco coming from him. This made her

subconsciously furrow her eyebrows before lifting her foot to quickly

walk towards the living room, trying to maintain some distance from

him.

But just as she had taken a step, Ayan grabbed her wrist.

Camille instinctively pulled away, her tone commanding, "Let go of me!"

Her voice was authoritative.

Naturally, Ayan didn't comply, but he didn't exert much force either. Still,

it was enough to prevent Camille from breaking free.

His deep, unwavering gaze was fixed on Camille. He said, "We can

talk, but you have to agree to one condition.”

Camille's expression instantly turned cold. She looked at Ayan as if she

had heard the most absurd joke. She said, “I'm sorry, but considering

what you've done, why should I agree to any of your conditions? Mr.

Simpson, aren't you being a bit too overbearing? Or are you planning to

use the same tactics on me as you do with your company and your

business partners?"

Although Camille was smiling, there was no hint of amusement in her

expression. Her bright, wide eyes stared at Ayan, and her gaze was

filled with obvious coldness. It was as if she were telling Ayan, "You're

quite a joke."

Ayan's attempt to continue was stifled by Camille's attitude. He replied,

“I'm not asking you to agree to unreasonable demands. You can do

whatever you want to me, but don't mention breakup to me, and don't

leave home or move to Maple Leaves Mansion because of this."

He expressed his thoughts, but Camille didn't accept them. She said, “I

won't agree to any demands from you. What you're asking for right now

is excessive, Mr. Simpson. Are you not willing to have a proper

conversation with me?"

If they wanted to have a productive conversation, why bring up things

that would upset her?

They locked eyes for a while, and it was evident that Ayan was losing

this silent battle. He knew that if they didn't clear things up now,

Camille's anger and resentment would only grow.

Feeling somewhat helpless, he took a deep breath and released

Camille's wrist. In the next moment, all she left him with was the sight

of her back.

One minute later, they sat face to face on the living room couch. Their

eyes remained fixed on each other, and Camille's voice, calm and

unhurried, broke the silence. "You said we should have a proper

conversation. Why are you not speaking now?"

Ayan's deep gaze remained focused on her, and he spoke in an

exceptionally gentle tone, "Where would you like to start?"

Camille taunted, "Why did you lie to me? If I hadn't found out, would

you have never told me? Or were you planning another drama of “real

divorce and remarriage’ with me?"

Ayan's expression grew heavier, and he spoke in a subdued tone, "I

never thought that way. I just didn't know how to say it to you."

Camille scoffed, "Oh, it's not that you didn't know how to say it to me;

it's just that you didn't know how to continue deceiving me, right? After

all, in your eyes, I have zero intelligence, and you can make any

decision you please, thinking it would satisfy you. You didn't need to tell

me, not even ask for my opinion, because you were confident enough

to manipulate me, and even..."

Camille's anger escalated as she spoke, and her emotions became

highly charged. She stared at Ayan, her facial expressions reflecting

her feelings. She continued, "I've asked you countless times, and I've

told you numerous times that I don't like being deceived. I don't want to

be deceived, not even by well-intentioned lies. I hope we can be honest

with each other. I won't deny that I've hidden some insignificant things

from you, but they were truly minor. But you, on the other hand? You

didn't just hide things; you deceived me, played tricks on me!"

Camille's laughter was mocking, and her expression was filled with

sarcasm. Once, she genuinely wanted a divorce, and she truly wanted

to remarry. But now, he had just revealed to her that they had never

actually divorced.

Is this not laughable?

Camille's words weighed heavily on Ayan, and he squinted, his voice

turning low and hoarse, "I never thought that way. At that time, you

were adamant about getting a divorce in the hospital, and you had just

given birth to Timmy. I couldn't ignore your physical condition, so I had

no choice but to make that decision. I admit, my choice was very

selfish, and I didn't consider your feelings, but I don't regret doing it."

"Fine, you thought it was for the best for us and used a fake divorce to

fool me. But what about later? When you willingly proposed remarriage,

didn't you think it was the right time to be honest with me?" She

questioned.

He said, "I did think about it, but I didn't know if you could accept it. I

wasn't sure, so I didn't know if the timing was right.”

Ayan appeared almost like a child who had made a mistake, facing

Camille's relentless questions. His answers lacked any confidence, as

he knew he had been in the wrong. He felt good about it, but Camille

didn't, and he had no valid excuses at this moment. However, he still

hoped Camille would grant him one request. He said in a low voice,

"Cami, can't you give me a chance?"