My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1545: Oh No

Aunt hurriedly said, "I don't know what it is, but I just went to the supermarket to buy some fruits. I brought your package from the security room along with me."

Aunt also added that it had already passed the security check and wasn't anything dangerous.

Camille, upon hearing this, didn't react much. She simply furrowed her brows slightly and didn't intend to reach out for it.

Aunt smiled and said, "Are you afraid? Shall I open it?"

Aunt was willing to help, as she wasn't worried at all since she had already scanned it and confirmed that it wasn't anything dangerous.

Only then did Camille sigh without changing her expression and quickly said no, taking the package from Aunt's hand.

It was a small cardboard box with no weight, making it difficult to guess what was inside.

Camille took the box and went upstairs directly. Her intuition told her that whatever was inside was meant for her eyes only, something she couldn't describe but was adamant about not letting anyone else, including Ayan, know.

She simply wanted to sneak a peek.

In her bedroom, Camille locked the door and sat on the floor. She took out a small knife meant for opening packages and sliced open the adhesive tape on the cardboard. Then she opened the box, revealing something wrapped in square-shaped brown paper. What could it be?

Camille's face remained indifferent, showing little change in expression. She unwrapped the brown paper, and as it unraveled, a few thin photographs came into view. The front of the pictures met Camille's eyes directly.

There were a total of five pictures, each with similar content-two people, a man and a woman.

Camille felt as if something had struck her head forcefully, leaving her mind blank at that moment, devoid of any emotions.

She sat there motionless, her face turning pale to the extreme.

She didn't move, just sat there for who knows how long?

As for the photos she held tightly in her hands, she didn't let go but also didn't look at them further.

After a while, a notification sound from her phone indicated a new message.

Only then did she regain some awareness and opened the message to glance at it.

As expected, the sender was exactly who she had guessed.

Honestly, besides Preston, there was no one else who would contact her through text messages anymore.

She had blocked all of Preston's contact information. If he called, Camille wouldn't answer, so he could only resort to this annoying text message method.

Camille now found Preston utterly disgusting.

He asked Camille, "Did you receive the surprise I gave you? Camille, I've already told you, he doesn't love you the way he appears on the surface. He's only using you. As for why he's using you, I haven't figured it out yet, but believe me, I will eventually. Camille, I hope you can trust me. I won't deceive you, nor will I harm you. It's not too late for you to turn back now. You just need to cut your losses in time, and everything will be fine."

This text message was quite lengthy, but Camille didn't have the mindset to read it carefully.

She deleted the message directly, put away her phone, and without taking another look at the photos in her hand, she stuffed them back into the original brown paper and then into the delivery box.

Camille's face was solemn as she took the items and went directly into the walk-in closet, placing them in the deepest corner. She had no intention of taking them out again.

She felt confused at the moment, fully aware of her own emotional instability. Anything she did or said in this state could potentially create conflicts and distance between her and Ayan.

Camille stayed alone in the bedroom for a long time without going out. Fortunately, Ayan didn't come in during that period, giving her enough time to calm down.

Camille locked the bedroom door, and by the time Ayan finished his tasks and returned to the room, an hour had already passed.

Instinctively, he twisted the

doorknob but couldn't open it.

Furrowing his brow, he assumed it was because he had been too busy to appease her anger, so he didn't continue knocking on the door and calling for her. Instead, he went to the study, grabbed a spare key, and directly opened the door.

Upon entering the bedroom, Ayan didn't see Camille anywhere. He looked around but found no trace of her. Finally, he headed straight for the bedroom balcony. The night had turned chilly, yet Camille sat on the balcony in a thin garment, lost in thought.

Her demeanor was incredibly low, and her appearance suggested a terrible mood.

Ayan's expression instantly became grave, and he uttered in a low, hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Why are you sitting here? It's so cold!!"

Ayan finished speaking and immediately approached her. His face turned slightly stern as he pulled Camille into his embrace.

Camille didn't move, allowing herself to lean against him. She remained silent, her mood exceptionally downcast.

Ayan asked, "What are you thinking? Why aren't you speaking?"

Camille tightly pursed her lips, unsure of what to say or how to begin.

Still, she remained silent, merely shaking her head gently.

Ayan immediately sensed something was amiss. He asked, "What's wrong?"

With a stern face, Camille still didn't speak. However, Ayan's continuous inquiries left her feeling increasingly distressed.

She said, "I'm fine. I just feel a little uncomfortable. I want some time alone to calm myself."

Camille's tone was icy, lacking any trace of warmth.

Ayan was taken aback because Camille rarely reacted this way unless something was wrong, especially if it involved him. With Camille's words, the atmosphere instantly grew quiet.

Camille released herself from Ayan's embrace. Their gazes locked, but her eyes were incredibly cold, devoid of any warmth. Ayan asked, "What happened? Why did you suddenly become so upset?"

Camille, of course, wouldn't reveal the truth. She simply said, "Nothing happened watched a movie, and it put me in a terrible mood. I can't get out of the storyline right now, so l might snap at you. Just ignore me, okay?"

She requested some time alone, asking Ayan not to bother her and to treat her as if she were invisible.

With her words spoken, she also let go of Ayan and willingly moved to a seat behind her, creating distance between them.

Her actions further darkened Ayan'sThis belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

expression, but she had achieved

the desired outcome, an excuse that prevented Ayan from continui

conversation. Thus, Ayan had no

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Ayan's gaze remained fixed on Camille, but she showed no intention of speaking further. She cast her eyes downward, avoiding his gaze and looking elsewhere.

However, she could clearly sense the man's eyes on her at all times. The intense gaze made her uncomfortable, and she felt even more distressed because she didn't know how to face Ayan.