My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1546: Illusion

When Camille fell silent, Ayan's silence also came to an end. He squinted his eyes and asked softly, "Should I go in? Or should I stay here with you?"

Camille replied, "No need, you can go in. I can manage on my own."

Ayan nodded slightly in agreement, but he didn't move. Instead, he gently held her chin and lifted it, then leaned in for a kiss.

He didn't give Camille any chance to react, let alone refuse.

Camille instinctively tried to push him away because the sudden kiss took away her breath, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her initial reaction was to push away the person who initiated it. But Ayan firmly held her hand, pressing her against the recliner and kissing her until Camille almost suffocated. Only then did he let go.

His deep gaze showed no emotions, only warmth as he looked at her. He said, "You have half an hour. If you still don't want to tell me, then I'll have Kian start investigating what really happened." Without giving Camille a chance to speak, he got up from beside her and left the balcony.

His movements were fluid and swift, without any hesitation. Even after he had left the balcony, the warmth of his breath and the touch of his lips lingered, a feeling that couldn't be shaken off from Camille. Camille sat alone on the balcony's recliner for a long time, maintaining her posture without any movement, even though her feet had gone numb.

Her heart was in turmoil, and the reason for the turmoil was naturally the photos sent by Preston. She was torn and hesitant, not knowing whether to ask Ayan or not.

This thought was the main cause of her conflicted and restless night.

At the same time, she asked herself a question: Is this thing true?

Should she believe Ayan or Preston?

For any other matter, she would unquestioningly choose to believe Ayan. But with this particular matter, she truly lacked a sense of security deep inside. She felt extremely uneasy and troubled. At the same time, she certainly didn't trust Preston. However, Preston seemed to have pinpointed her weak spot and knew what she cared about.

Regarding concerns like this, Preston seemed resolute from the beginning until now.

Camille took a deep breath and took out her phone, sending a message to Sienna.

She asked Sienna, "If there's something related to Ayan, should I ask him or believe what others say?"

Sienna replied quickly, "What's the matter? Is it something significant?"

"For me, it's a big deal."

"Has it had a major impact on you because of this?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

Sienna didn't know what the exact situation was, so she could only offer a relatively neutral solution. She said, "If you think asking Ayan can give you a more truthful answer or alleviate your concerns, then I think you should ask him directly. But if you feel that asking him won't give you the answers you want or won't completely address your doubts, then don't ask him and investigate directly!"

Camille looked at Sienna's reply and fell into silence, her lips slightly pursed.

Yes, would asking him give her the answers she desired?

If she didn't ask, should she continue pretending she knew nothing?

In truth, Camille had never

anticipated that Ayan would be so loving towards her. Her previous hope was that they could live together in mutual respect for the rest of their lives. Marrying him had already brought her immense joy, and now their relationship made many people envious. But deep

inside, Camille still had moments of insecurity.

Actually, she was well aware that this feeling stemmed from her lack of trust in him. She wanted to be able to trust Ayan completely, but her inner humility and years of love she had given made it impossible for her to do so.

Camille sighed silently and replied to Sienna, "I understand. Don't tell anyone about this."

"I know, shouldn't sisters have some level of trust?" Sienna didn't ask about the matter at hand, sticking to their usual routine. If Camille wanted to tell her, she would do so without being asked. But if Camille didn't want to or felt it wasn't the right time, she wouldn't say anything.

Camille deleted the conversation with Sienna and then got up from the recliner, putting on her shoes and entering the bedroom.

The bedroom was brightly lit, but Ayan was nowhere to be seen.

She stood there hesitantly, wondering if she should go out and look for him.

But before she could make a decision, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and of course, it was Ayan who entered. Their gazes met in that instant.

Ayan asked, "Feeling better?"

Camille softly murmured, but she didn't say whether she was or wasn't.

Camille took the initiative and approached him, stopping in front of him. She reached out and hugged him, burying herself in his chest. Her expression, hidden from Ayan's view, was particularly solemn.

In a low voice, she asked, "Is there something you're keeping from me? The movie I watched today was a bit sad. The male lead was hiding something from the female lead and was involved with someone else, but he still insisted on marrying her and having a child. Their marriage, like ours, seemed perfect, but the male lead maintained an intimate relationship with someone else until the female lead found out." Content

Camille's voice was low and hoarse. After asking the question, it felt like the air had become still, as if a suffocating atmosphere had frozen in place.

Camille could only ask in this way. If she were to directly confront him with the photos, she probably wouldn't be able to do it, because she didn't want to see those pictures again. They truly pierced her heart. Camille pressed her lips tightly, waiting for Ayan's response.

After a few seconds, the tension eased, and Ayan finally reacted. He said, "So watching the movie made you think of us. You see me and feel annoyed and bothered, just like the male lead? Is that it?" Ayan raised one hand and wrapped it around her waist, holding her with no unnecessary movements.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Camille didn't say yes or no.

Because she was both and neither.

In the end, she said nothing.

Ayan took her silence as acceptance

and continued, "Movies are just fictional stories, designed to evoke sympathy and tears from the audience. They also aim to provoke anger and resonance from those who have had similar experiences. But you and I are not the protagonists of a movie. Those things won't happen to us. If you insist on relating the events in the movie to me, am I not being unfairly accused and innocent?" Content

Camille still remained silent because she knew very well that she wasn't talking about the movie. She was merely expressing her thoughts using the language of film.

Her silence prompted Ayan to ask in a deep voice, "So you still can't let go of the movie? Can you tell me which movie it is that has affected you so deeply, even to the point of involving me? Let me watch it as well, so that I can empathize with you."