My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 229 Smooth Going

Camille instructed Yessica not to tell the other two guys, not for shesuspected them but for the more people who knew, the worse.

When Camille explained the situation to Kian, he contacted the gamesupervisor at once. A few minutes later, the man turned on the monitoron the spot to Camille to check.

The final suspect was the staff who sent them fruit. However, accordingto the on-site investigation, the man was not the member working at thescene of the game. In fact, he was someone impersonated deliberately.Because he wore a hat and put the back to the monitor, there was noway to replace out who it was.

Camille knew she had to accept the bad luck.

The manager replaced her with a new room immediately. Camillewanted to be alone for a while.

Sienna wanted to stay with her, “Camille, shall I be with you?”

“You can go to the rest room next door. I'm fine. I just want to be quiet.”She refused her. Sienna just gave her a worried look before followingYessica to the new longue.

The other two guys also knew about this. The atmosphere was gloomy.Yessica felt guilty, “It's my fault. I'm to blame.”

Sienna didn't know much about Yessica. But she knew that Camillewould have trusted her, otherwise she wouldn't tell her the password.She comforted, “It is a premeditated accident. Even if you stare at thecomputer, they will replace other ways.”

"But..."

“The most upset one now must be Miss. Armstrong. She has spent somuch time and effort on the competition that even suspended almost allher work. Besides, she was pregnant. You should keep calm andcooperate with her next decision.”

The three looked at each other, then nodded at Sienna inunderstanding.

The competition was about to begin. But Camille's work was cleared.Though it existed in her mind, it was impractical to draw it at present.She thought carefully and calmly. If she couldn't draw, could shepresent it in another way?

At the moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The tall man was standing erectly in the doorway. Camille heard thesound and looked over subconsciously. They made an eye contact.Camille could tell that his eyes showed a trace of anxiety.

He must have rushed over; in that he was breathing raggedly.

Camille said unexpectedly, “Ayan, why are you here?"

Her voice was soft and low and her delicate face looked pale, with ahelpless look in her eyes.

Ayan stared at her. He came into the room and closed the door behindhim, then went to sit next to Camille.

He didn’t say anything, but pulled her into his arms and hugged hergently.

Camille's nose was a little sour due to his action. She was just a littleirritable actually. Other than that, her mood was fine.

But Ayan’s behavior made her emotions beyond description completely.There was a trace of warmth that made her heart wrapped.

Ayan said in a low voice, “It's OK. I'll deal with everything. I've askedKian to spare no effort to replace out who the fake worker is. What's more,I've got a computer expert for you to fix your laptop. It won't delay yourgame, don't be in any fear or hurry.”

Camille nodded and murmured, “Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you tocome here now?"

“You are still worried about if I am convenient? It seems that you arereally all right.” Ayan laughed.

Camille just sighed and said, “Things have already happened, even ifwe are worried, there is nothing to make up for. I just felt a bit awkwardin that the three colleagues have worked so hard with me for so longtime. It's not worth our endeavor if there is no any return. If we fail thegame, I'll surrender. But now we even can't enter the contest, Isincerely feel a bit sorry.”

Ayan was a bit unexpected to her sanity. He pushed off all his work andrushed over after learning the incident. He was worried that she wouldbe very depressed, but she took it pretty well.

Ayan pinched her cheek and said, “I've had Kian rearrange all the serialnumbers for the stage and you are back in order, so take your time andget ready.”

While they were talking, Kian brought over the master of computerrepair.

After nearly half an hour of recovery, they finally found the formattedfile, without any damage to the artwork.

Camille was visibly happy. She reached out and put her hand on Ayan'sarm, then said in a low voice, "Ayan, thank you.”

"Just a verbal thanks?"

“Well, how about making you a meal by myself when I get through?”She asked.

Ayan's eyes flickered and said gently while staring at her with his deepeyes, “The meal is not required. I just want you not to work so hard nowthat you're pregnant now. As long as you are kind to me and well-behaved, I'll regard that as your thanks for me.”

His voice was mild-to-medium. Kian was still here.

Camille bowed her head subconsciously with her cheeks growingslightly hot. “I'm not a baby.” She said.

“Well, you are not a baby exactly. But sometimes it's much harder tocoax than a child.”

He said seriously with a faint curve at the corner of his thin lips.

As if he was telling the truth.

But when did she act like that?

Why is she so hard to coax?

It was clear that what he did was wrong, which caused her to beunhappy. She wasn't unreasonable.

Camille raised her hand and slapped her arm lightly with an apparentwarning in her eyes, as if to say, Ayan, if you dare to continue, don't gohome tonight.

Ayan smiled as the curve at the corners of his mouth became more andmore pronounced.

“Hahaha!”

Kian couldn't hold back his laughter. Camille and Ayan both turned tolook at him at the same time.

Two pairs of displeased eyes stared at Kian, causing him shut up atonce and leave the room with his head down, afraid that he would bebombarded the next second.

Camille pouted and said, “look, Kian heard everything. You aredamaging my image.”

“Do you care what he thinks?"

Ayan squinted with a trace of coldness crossing her eyes.

Camille didn't notice that. “Of course,” she said, “What you said mustmake him assume that I am different from what he sees on the surface.Maybe he would think I am bad-tempered and have a bad personality.How will I face him in the future?”

He let out a slight groan and said, “You are my wife. How he feelsabout you doesn't matter.”

Camille fell silent suddenly and was lost in thought with her lips pursingslightly.

“You are my wife.” She repeated in her mind.

She asked herself at the bottom of her heart, “Does he know what he'stalking about? What on earth does he mean by that?”