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 vi 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 nkly 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 intofortable 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 nced 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 offortable


    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


    toboing 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 tonemanding, "Let go of me!"


    Her voice was authoritative.


    Naturally, Ayan didn''tply, 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 nning to use the same


    tactics on me as you do with yourpany 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 ept 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 minuteter, 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 nning 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 manipte me, and even..."


    Camille''s anger escted 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


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    things; you deceived me, yed tricks on me!"


    Camille''sughter 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 notughable?


    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 aboutter?


    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 ept 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


    answerscked 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?"