My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1565: Excessive

Camille was taken aback, unsure of what he was about to do, but she heard Ayan say, "Be good, I'll be fine soon."

Then Ayan walked straight over. Although the reporters hadn't had direct contact with Ayan, the media and journalism circles were interconnected, and the rumors about Ayan were well-known. Seeing Ayan's arrival, they naturally trembled with fear. They tightly held their cameras and video cameras, cautiously looking at Ayan and softly asked, "Mr. Simpson, do you have any instructions?" Ayan squinted his eyes and looked at the three people before him. His voice was unusually cold as he said, "I dare not give instructions, but there is something I need your help with."

The three individuals exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. After all, what could insignificant people like them do to help a big CEO like Ayan? Taking a deep breath, the three of them whispered, "Mr. Simpson, we dare not refuse to help. Please tell us directly what you need. We just arrived and haven't captured anything yet!" They were explaining to Ayan, afraid that he might do something to them.

Ayan didn't respond to their words, only saying, "Don't be nervous. I'm not going to do anything, nor am I going to question you. I just need your help with something mutually beneficial, understood?" The three individuals nodded one after another, not daring to refuse or object in any way.

Ayan explained his thoughts, and the three of them were startled for a moment before subconsciously nodding in agreement.

Camille stood in place, watching Ayan speak to the three reporters. The atmosphere didn't seem as tense as she had imagined, but rather harmonious.

Camille pursed her lips and observed as Ayan walked towards her. She asked, "What did you talk about?"

Ayan simply replied in a gentle tone, "Just a few conversations."

"What did you talk about?"

"You'll find out later." Ayan didn't say more. Instead, he took her hand and they got into the car together.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kian drove them to their destination. When they arrived, Jordan hadn't come yet. The three of them just had a meal, choosing a conspicuous spot instead of a private room. Their intention was, of course, to let others see them dining together, dispelling any inappropriate rumors and speculations.

After arranging the dishes, Ayan waited for Jordan to arrive.

After about ten minutes, Jordan arrived. He was more formally dressed than usual, and the light gray suit made him appear particularly gentle. He immediately spotted Camille and Ayan, then walked towards them.

Reaching the table, he spoke in a warm tone, "Sorry, I'm late. There was some traffic on the way."

"It's alright, we just arrived too." Camille took over the conversation and noticed that Ayan's expression had slightly faded, as if he was displeased. He was truly petty. Camille stopped talking and maintained her silence, not giving away the gift in her bag just yet.

Ayan and Jordan didn't remain silent either. Their gazes met, and then they simultaneously said, "Long time no see!"

Their voices contained a multitude of emotions and meanings.

Camille remained silent, not interrupting their reunion. However, men like them wouldn't openly express their thoughts. They both harbored their own secrets deep within their hearts.

The dishes arrived quickly, and everyone remained silent while eating.

Until Ayan lifted his glass and said to Jordan, "Cami told me that you've known her for quite a while and have helped her. This toast is for you!"

The meaning behind his words was self-evident.

Jordan accepted gladly and raised his glass, lightly responding, "You're welcome."

Then silence fell again, and even Camille felt that this meal was a bit hard to digest.

Camille pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and continued eating.

During that time, Camille went to the restroom, leaving only Ayan and Jordan at the table.

With no third person present, there was no need to conceal their conversation.

Ayan spoke softly, "Why haven't we stayed in touch all these years?"

Jordan replied, "You guys are busy, and I have my own matters. Contacting you would only bring trouble."

"Jordan, you know I don't mean that," Ayan's voice deepened.

Jordan quickly added, "I know. It's just my thinking. I don't want to trouble anyone, especially

considering how complicated mket

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situation is. The Bailey family's waters run deep, and David's methods go beyond what we've

seen. I don't want to involve anyone

because of my affairs."

Jordan had never said these words to anyone before, but facing his former friend, he wanted to explain in detail.

Ayan understood his concerns, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

After a few seconds, Ayan resumed, "Even if David is powerful within the Bailey family, if you were completely honest with us and didn't intentionally distance yourself, he wouldn't go too far. You and Aunt wouldn't have faced such difficulty within the Bailey family!"

"You don't know what David is like. You can assist me temporarily, but you can't completely resolve this matter. Only when I truly suppress him will he relent." Therefore, he couldn't rely on Ayan and the others' help. It might even cause them more trouble, which was not his intention. He didn't want to do that.

Now, everything was starting to improve. While Jordan still faced challenges within the Bailey family, it wasn't entirely David's domain anymore.

Ayan had remained silent all along because he disagreed with Jordan's words, so he didn't want to say anything.

They hadn't seen each other for

many years, and during that time, they had no contact whatsoever. However, Ayan knew very well about Jordan's assistance. He said, "I.

know the help you've given meal ne

Without all of you, these pastyears would have been even harder. There wouldn't have been times worse than before. We're gradually getting better."

In reality, it was only he himself who was getting better, as Ayan and the others had always been fine.

Before Ayan could say anything else, Camille returned.

Their emotions were in check, revealing no trace of anything unusual.

After Camille sat down, the three of them continued to sit for a while, and then Ayan got up to pay the bill.

As soon as Ayan left, Camille took out a gift from her bag. She said, "I almost forgot. This is your birthday present. I had your cake yesterday but didn't prepare a gift. I just got it today. I hope you don't mind." Camille reached out and handed over the box from her sleeve. Jordan extended his hand and opened it, glancing inside. His gaze softened, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Thank you, I really like it."