Chapter 985: Compromise

Chapter 985: Compromise

Camille pressed her lips together, and her face appeared slightly pale

and rigid.

Observing her nervousness and agitation, Ayan couldn't help but smile

faintly. Especially in her current state, Ayan was tempted to tease her.

He said, "Don't understand what I'm saying?"

Camille furrowed her brows tightly and naturally refused to answer.

Because Ayan always set traps, and she had no intention of falling into

one.

Seeing her guarded expression, Ayan couldn't help but chuckle, and he

didn't have any intention of holding back his words. He said, "Since

we're still married, should I stay here?"

See, she knew this man was full of traps.

Camille sighed silently, her expression cold and indifferent as she

looked at Ayan. She said, "So you want to stay, right?"

Ayan raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant by asking that way,

but he responded, "Hmm, can 1?"

Camille smiled thinly and said, "Of course, why wouldn't you be able

to?"

Her attitude and response instantly made Ayan sense that there was

more to her words. In the next moment, she spoke again in a calm

tone, “Then stay, I'll go next door and find Sienna, okay?"

She raised an eyebrow, mimicking his usual tone and mannerisms,

leaving Ayan momentarily speechless with no room for retort.

His deep gaze remained fixed on her, not knowing how to respond.

They locked eyes for several seconds, and then Ayan's voice finally

broke the silence, speaking softly, “It's getting late. It wouldn't be

appropriate to disturb someone abruptly. I'll watch you go inside and

then leave."

This was a compromise.

But what else could he do?

If he insisted on staying, Camille was likely to go next door and stay

with Sienna.

He was quite sure Camille was capable of doing that.

With a sigh of resignation in his heart, he watched Camille get out of

the car. Then he heard her gentle words, "Drive safely. Goodbye!"

Ayan nodded gently, and his eyes never left Camille.

At this moment, she asked, "Ayan, you won't be angry, will you?"

Ayan just paused, his deep gaze slightly narrowed. He replied in a

gentle tone, “No, I won't."

"That's good then," Camille smiled without a hint of emotion. She

waved at Ayan, then turned and walked into the villa's entrance.

Ayan only drove away after she had entered the villa.

The sound of the car engine gradually faded in Camille's hearing until it

disappeared completely. She then walked into the house.

Camille went straight upstairs to her bedroom. The reason she had

threatened Ayan not to stay over was simply because she didn't want to

let herself soften.

Although she had initially been prepared for divorce and genuinely

wanted to stop loving him, she had made all the preparations. Yet he

had repeatedly delayed the divorce, and after he found out about the

child, he firmly refused to divorce. Even now, she still wanted to

separate from him. She didn't want to compromise herself for the sake

of the child. She believed that both she and Ayan could provide the

child with one hundred percent love, and a bad marriage would set a

bad example for the child.

Camille had persistently pursued a divorce.

During this period, she had wavered countless times, and many

circumstances had pointed towards divorce. Especially during the time

when she was about to give birth to Timmy, she genuinely believed that

separating from Ayan would be the best outcome for them. Even after

she had given birth to Timmy, she had insisted on divorce, and it was

the only condition she set.

So, now that Camille knew they hadn't divorced at all, a sense of

unwillingness and discomfort began to creep into her heart. That feeling

had infiltrated her pores and bloodstream, and even though they were

on the path to reconciliation, the feeling was different for Camille.

She couldn't quite describe it, but she knew that if she and Ayan

remained in the current situation, they would face future problems and

potentially significant cracks in their relationship. That's why she didn't

want to waver or compromise.

Early the next morning, Ayan arrived at Franklin Bay. After sending

Camille home last night, he had informed Kian that he wouldn't be

coming to the office this morning. They had a whole morning to deal

with the divorce proceedings.

Ayan drove straight into the villa's garage. He got out of the car and

entered the house. Camille hadn't come down yet, but the maid was

busy preparing breakfast.

Seeing Ayan, she quickly greeted him, "Sir, have you had breakfast?"

Ayan shook his head, "Not yet."

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Mrs. Simpson said she wanted to have

millet porridge this morning, along with the air-shipped duck eggs from

the mangroves. She's been craving them for a while!" The housekeeper

said with a smile.

Ayan's expression remained gentle, and he directed his gaze towards

the staircase. He spoke in a mild tone, "Has she not woken up yet?"

"She's up. She said she'd change her clothes before coming down."

Ayan nodded and didn't ask further questions. The housekeeper went

on to prepare some side dishes.

Ayan walked to the sofa in the living room, sitting down quietly. He

didn't have any intention of disturbing Camille. He sat like that for over

ten minutes until he heard faint footsteps coming down the stairs.

Camille hadn't noticed him, so she started walking towards the dining

room after descending from the stairs. She was wearing a light blue

floral maxi dress, and even from her back, she looked exceptionally

elegant and beautiful today.

Ayan's gaze had been fixed on her from the moment she descended

the stairs, observing her every move. He slightly narrowed his eyes

and, in a low, hoarse voice, asked, "What's with this attire?"

Camille's sudden stop in her tracks and her rigid posture caught Ayan's

attention. She halted, turned around to look at him, and their gazes

met, her soft, inviting eyes meeting his deep ones.

Camille didn't show any unease, instead, she maintained her

composure. She walked over to Ayan, one step at a time, as if

deliberately enchanting him and rendering him unable to look away.

She stopped in front of Ayan, her eyes gentle and affectionate, and her

voice soft, "Why are you up so early?"

Ayan didn't reply, his gaze still fixed on her. There was even a hint of

scrutiny in his eyes as he asked, "You got up quite early, I assume.

You've dressed so formally. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were

getting married today, not getting divorced!"

Camille couldn't miss the sarcastic tone in his words, but she pretended

not to understand. She pursed her lips into a straight line and narrowed

her eyes slightly with a teasing smile. She replied, "I just dressed a bit

more formally than usual. Besides, I feel that I should take this matter

seriously.”

"Is that so?" He asked with a playful tone, his face showing obvious

displeasure. He added, "Let's have breakfast first. I'm hungry.”

Camille nodded, then joined Ayan as they headed to the dining room.

They sat across from each other, and it had been days since they had

breakfast together. Camille, facing her favorite dishes, had quite the

appetite. She enjoyed a bowl and a half of millet porridge, an air-

shipped duck egg, and some side dishes. Her evident relish for the

meal didn't go unnoticed by Ayan.

Ayan furrowed his brows, put down his chopsticks, and in a casual

tone, he said, "You seem to have a good appetite.”

His tone held a hint of displeasure, and it was hard not to notice.

Camille, having finished her meal, wiped her mouth with a napkin. She

blinked her bright eyes and gently asked, "Ayan, are you in a bad

mood?"