My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 232 Jealousy

It was Ayan calling. Camille glared at Sienna and said, "if it was Molly, it would make sense. After all,

she's always had a problem with me and thinks I'm chasing Preston."

"There's something really wrong with the Walker family. Come on, pick up the phone!"

Sienna had no good feelings for both Preston or Molly.

Camille pressed her lips and answered.

The man's gentle voice came through the phone and he said, "Give Sienna a ride back with your

company car."

"Well?"

Camille scanned around and finally saw the familiar license plate not far away.

She heard a man's voice saying, "Will you take my car?"

He asked softly, and Camille heard a touch of pleading.

A faint smile crossed her lips, and the thought of what he had said in the lounge today touched her.

She said yes in a low voice.

When she hung up the call, Sienna gave her a weird look.

"You can't hide the sweetness coming out from your eyes."

"You go back with them and wait for me. Tell Preston to meet me in the company."

"Well, this Ayan. He called me several times when he begged me to come to Hance City. Now I'm

useless to him after he got his wife back."

She's complaining in a friendly way.

Camille knew she was difficult to please, so she reminded her, saying, "Rex's in the car, too. Do you All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

want to get in?"

"Bye-bye. We are leaving."

Sienna quickly said goodbye, then opened the door and got in. Immediately telling Liam to drive. The

whole process was very smooth without the slightest delay.

Camille watched as the car pulled away, then she walked back to Ayan's car.

As she got into the car, she put on her seat belt, looked over at Ayan, and asked, "shouldn't you be

having lunch with someone else?"

It's lunchtime.

Ayan took one look at her, then drove his car and said quietly, "how can I eat after all this?"

Camille understood him and knew what he meant.

She pressed her lips slightly and said nothing. It annoyed her to think that Molly had something to do

with it.

Ayan didn't know what she was thinking but assumed that her silence was due to today's unexpected

circumstances.

He said, "someone else stole the artwork but you didn't tell me. In that case, you should have come to

me directly. The staff on the scene also know you. As long as you asked, the competition could be

temporarily paused."

Of course, Camille thought about it, but it wouldn't be fair to others. If she did, would someone make a

big deal out of it?

That was why she gave up the idea and had second thoughts.

Camille whispered, "it's ok now, right? It means I'm blessed."

"You are so positive."

"I'm the one who feels bad if I choose not to get over with it. Do you want to make me feel bad?"

She asked Ayan back, and he was speechless. Naturally, he did not want that to happen.

Because he was driving, otherwise he really wanted to pinch her cheek.

He had been especially fond of squeezing her face these days. Her face was very smooth and gentle.

Because her appetite had improved these days and her face was a little chubby.

He had been driving for half a minute and stopped at the traffic light. When he stopped, he reached for

her hand and said in a deep voice, "I asked Kian to look this up. Irene, the designer, is a friend of Molly.

I’ll let Kian send you some documents later. You can check if you need them. "

Camille already knew Irene was related to Molly, but she didn't expect Ayan to find out more. As for

what he had asked Kian to send, it was obviously very useful.

She must admit that Mr. Simpson was really good at it!

Camille whispered, "so you had someone check on Irene in the first place?"

"Of course. Shall I let her bully you?"

"Ayan, you're so sweet."

She smiled slightly.

Ayan snorted, "Only now I'm sweet?"

Camille, with a deeper smile on her face, didn't answer the question but said, "thank you."

Ayan didn’t respond because he didn't want to hear those words.

"You did really well today," Ayan said casually, "You passed the preliminary, and it had nothing to do

with me, it was all your own ability. I was not involved in the whole process with the judges, so well

done."

Camille got silent.

His words seemed to read her heart. She had been worried about whether her achievement today had

something to do with Ayan. After all, she had been prepared for the worst, but now Ayan told her she

did I on her own.

Camille lowered her eyes and said nothing for a few seconds.

Then she nodded her head. "Okay."

Ayan gave her a deep look. The light turned green. He took his hand back to the steering wheel and

started the car again.

He drove her back to work without accompanying her because he couldn't get involved in what Camille

had to deal with.

Camille took the elevator up alone. Preston already found out that the design had been temporarily

stolen from Yessica and others, along with the Livestream.

When Camille got back, she went straight to Preston and closed the office door behind her.

Preston looked at her and said before Camille could speak, "I'm sorry, Cami, I didn't know Molly was

going to do this. I called her and asked her to come down here right away."

Before Camille could say anything, he was coming clean.

So, he knew Irene too.

Camille said casually, "Preston if this is hard for you, don't get involved. I'll confront Molly myself, huh?"

"No, don't worry, I won't coddle her this time, she is an adult, she should take responsibility for what she

did. What's more, it's not a small deal. It's your hardworking. I know the priority."

Camille nodded. As Preston could think like that, she wouldn't say more.

Molly arrived at work ten minutes later.

She walked straight into Preston's office and saw Camille was there too. She looked terrible.

She looked at Preston. "Brother, why is she here with you? Don't you have something you want to talk

about with me? Ask her to get out now. I don't want to see her. "

"Molly, will you stop being so childish? " Preston's voice was cold and he looked very serious.

Molly had felt a fear of him since the last time he had hit her. Because of the things that only the two of

them knew in private, she now felt less and less acquainted with Preston, and could hardly go against

him. "Brother..."

Preston asked, "Molly, did you steal Cami's designs for Irene to use?"

Molly startled slightly and immediately responded. "Brother, that's why you sent me here to question

me? Did she tell you that? Did she put you up to it?"

Molly pointed to Camille. She looked unpleasant. "Camille, what do you mean? You're trying to turn me

against my brother, aren't you? Do you have any proof that I did it? If not, don't talk nonsense."

"Irene is your friend, isn't she? Her designs for the competition are mine, so who else could be apart

from you?" Camille stared at her with no expression.

Molly laughed. "She's my friend, but what proof do you have that her design was yours? Aren't you just

jealous of Irene?"

"I don't know her. Why should I be jealous?" Camille felt both helpless and amused.