Chapter 984: Stammer

Chapter 984: Stammer

Camille was taken aback. She had only mentioned "if," why was he

latching onto those words?

Camille pursed her lips and said, "Let me make an analogy.”

“I don't like analogies like this," he replied bluntly, his expression turning

cold. He continued, "Please, don't use such analogies again, okay?"

His words left Camille speechless, and she felt like the conversation

had veered off course.

Camille naturally refused to answer. She met Ayan's gaze head-on, her

lips pressed together in silence.

In truth, Camille still hadn't figured it out, because she had no idea how

to resolve it in the first place.

Whenever she thought about this matter, her mind felt jumbled.

She was afraid that her decision would make Ayan think she was

making a big deal out of nothing. This thought grew stronger in her

mind, and her emotions became increasingly uneasy.

Her inner turmoil and hesitation were clearly evident in her eyes,

although she believed she was concealing them well, Ayan could see

right through her.

Ayan's deep eyes flickered slightly. He didn't continue with the previous

topic but said, "Can you give me a chance?"

"What kind of chance do you want?"

"A chance to pursue you again?" He was quite candid, his eyes filled

with sincere earnestness. He said, “I know you're probably still angry

right now, but I hope you can agree to this and give me some

assurance. It would save us from being too awkward, okay?"

Ayan's lips curled into a faint smile, and he continued, "If you're

unwilling to give me a chance, then I'm afraid I'll have to take matters

into my own hands.”

Camille found his words puzzling.

And then, in the next moment, he said slowly, "Cami, let's get a

divorce."

Camille was taken aback by Ayan's statement. She hadn't expected

him to bring up divorce during this meal.

She remained silent for a long time, her thoughts seeming heavy, and

her expression remained cold and unchanged.

The silence hung in the air.

Ayan's lips slightly parted, and he calmly continued, "Don't think that my

decision to divorce means I want to cut ties with you completely. It's not

that simple. So, it's best you don't have any ideas about completely

getting rid of me or severing all connections.”

His tone and attitude were quite domineering, which left Camille

momentarily stunned. Her expression showed a hint of surprise.

Ayan's reaction prompted a faint smile to appear on his lips. He asked

in a husky voice, "Why aren't you speaking?"

Camille pursed her lips lightly, and her expression remained somewhat

tense. She responded in a calm, measured tone, "Have you thought it

through?"

"Yes, I have," he replied without hesitation. His eyes remained calm

and resolute, and there was no hint of evasion.

Camille didn't say anything, and there was a pause. Then she asked,

"When do you want to go through with it?"

"Tomorrow morning, I'll come to pick you up, alright?" Ayan fixed his

gaze on Camille. His thin lips curved into a gentle smile, and there was

a sense of tranquility in his eyes.

Camille nodded lightly and said, "Alright, see you tomorrow morning."

"Good," Ayan replied in a warm tone.

Their conversation gave the impression that they hadn't discussed

divorce arrangements, but rather had agreed to meet for a casual

breakfast at a high-end restaurant tomorrow morning.

This harmonious and businesslike approach to divorce was somewhat

unbelievable.

However, there was no one else around to witness their conversation.

As for each other, they wouldn't know what they had talked about.

Ayan's suggestion made Camille's demeanor much more natural, and

her facial expression was no longer as rigid and cold as before.

Ayan couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless. He whispered to

himself, "Is this how she wants to divorce me?"

Ayan even couldn't get angry. This was all caused by him. He had

cornered Camille into this situation, and now, even if he wanted to be

upset, he had to swallow his own frustration.

If he hadn't chosen this course of action to trap Camille earlier, they

might have reconciled by now. But that's how the world worked, and it

was impossible to have everything his way.

Ayan felt quite regretful about the whole situation, but now that they

had reached this point, he couldn't afford to have any ulterior motives

or intentions regarding Camille. He had tried Camille's stubbornness,

and one attempt was enough.

The decision had been made, and it was getting late. They both

needed to wake up early tomorrow, so Camille and Ayan left the

restaurant.

Ayan drove Camille back home, and during the ride, they engaged in a

brief conversation, avoiding topics related to their own situation.

Instead, they discussed the return of Grandpa.

Ayan said, "My grandfather is planning to return, so let's not let them

know about our situation for now. I'm afraid it might upset him and

affect his health."

Camille nodded, "I think that's a good idea."

"Are we thinking alike?" Ayan asked with a faint smile. Their

conversation didn't seem like one between people planning to get

divorced, so outsiders would remain unaware of their true relationship.

Camille gave him a sidelong glance and asked, "You seem quite

happy?"

Her tone carried a hint of questioning, and her sudden icy gaze made

Ayan pause slightly. His voice was husky as he said, "I'm a bit happy

because I can talk to you properly now."

Though he had been busy with company matters these past few days,

his thoughts naturally revolved around Camille. Especially when he

returned to his personal space after work, he didn't dare to contact her

at all. He knew she was still angry, and he wondered if reaching out to

her now would only deepen her anger. This led him to maintain silence,

not doing or saying anything.

In this moment, it felt like they were back to their previous state, and his

words carried the same intimacy as before.

Camille didn't respond directly; instead, she changed the topic and

asked if Talia had discussed Grandpa's health with him.

Ayan's expression turned serious, and he replied, "Dr. Ellis contacted

me a couple of days ago. While the family doctor has been taking care

of Grandpa's health over there, it's not as comprehensive as it would be

in Hance. Dr. Ellis informed me that his age and the various health

issues have compounded into significant problems. Given his age and

the previous incidents, his body has a difficult time recovering. He

requires attentive care."

Camille nodded in understanding, her expression growing solemn and

concerned.

She let out a silent sigh, as if reminding herself and also reminding

Ayan. She said, "Grandpa is getting older. Try to spend as much time

with him as you can. Don't wait... because if you do, even regret won't

make up for it."

Old Simpson had always been good to Camille, and she reciprocated

by trying her best to ensure his happiness. She didn't want any regrets

in the future.

Since the topic had become quite heavy, it cast a shadow over both of

their moods.

Upon returning to Franklin Bay, Camille unbuckled her seatbelt and

prepared to get out of the car. She turned to Ayan and said, "I'll go in

first.”

Ayan replied with a simple "Okay."

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his deep gaze fixed on

Camille. He had shown little reaction throughout their conversation,

which left Camille unsure. Without much hesitation, she pushed open

the car door, intending to exit.

As one of her feet touched the ground, her hand was suddenly

grabbed, and Ayan's deep voice sounded, "Are you leaving me alone

here?"

Camille turned back in confusion, her eyes showing a hint of

puzzlement. She didn't immediately understand the meaning behind his

words.

It wasn't until later that she realized what he meant, and she

instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, her voice becoming slightly

stuttered, "You... what are you saying?"