My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1325 Comfort

Chapter 1325 Comfort

The assistant cautiously looked at Brody, whose expression was naturally unpleasant. However,

despite his discomfort, he did not show any emotion, just furrowing his brow tightly and speaking in a

low voice, "No need, I have other matters to attend to. When he returns, have him visit the Armstrong

family or give me a call."

Brody felt that Ayan was deliberately ignoring him, and subconsciously speculated if Ayan knew about

his contact with Preston and was hinting at it in this manner?

Brody's thoughts were scattered. By the time he left Simpson Group, it was already lunchtime, but

having only drunk tea all morning, he wasn't hungry. He had the driver take him for a leisurely drive

around Hance City before slowly returning to the Armstrong Villa.

As soon as he arrived back, his phone rang.

Naturally, it was Preston calling. Preston asked, "Mr. Armstrong, did you see Ayan?"

Brody, already in a bad mood, was immediately questioned by Preston as soon as he returned. His

face was ice-cold, his voice devoid of patience as he replied, "I saw him."

Preston was taken aback, as the answer was different from what he had expected.

But Brody did indeed go to Simpson Group, so that part was true. Had he misunderstood something?

After a brief silence, Preston asked, "What did Mr. Armstrong and Ayan talk about?" Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Brody indifferently replied, "We just exchanged greetings. Ayan was busy, we were supposed to have

lunch together, but he had a last-minute engagement, so the lunch didn't happen."

Brody was not lying now, his face showing no signs of deceit, completely genuine.

Unable to find any inconsistencies in Brody's words, Preston couldn't confirm if Brody was telling the

truth. The call had to end that way.

Brody's mood was not good. Ever since he knew about Preston's presence at home, his emotions had

been in a state of collapse. His interactions with Page were fraught with tension. However, after the

trending incident, despite their mutual dissatisfaction, they no longer engaged in direct confrontations.

So the atmosphere at the Armstrong Villa, as the servants would describe it, was dead silent,

exceptionally gloomy. Everyone walked around silently, fearing they might inadvertently trigger a

situation. If not for their own interests, everyone would have walked away.

At that moment, at Hance City Airport.

Kian had been waiting in the car for almost an hour.

After leaving Simpson Group, he attended to some work matters and then arranged for some roses to

be sent to Maple Forest, before finally driving to the airport.

Under normal circumstances, Ayan should have arrived in Hance City in the morning, but as the flight

hadn't landed yet, Kian checked the flight information. Due to heavy rain abroad, the flight was delayed

by several hours before taking off, resulting in the delay in Ayan's arrival in Hance City.

About half an hour passed, and Kian received the notification of Ayan's arrival. He immediately walked

into the arrivals hall. Ten minutes later, he saw the familiar figure leisurely walking out.

Kian went up to him quickly since Ayan was alone, so he took the luggage. In a low voice, Kian said,

"Mr. Simpson, are you alright? The plane was delayed almost five hours."

"Yeah, it was raining heavily there. Fortunately, I didn't tell her when exactly I'd be back; otherwise, she

would've been worried." Ayan was thinking about Camille, as the delay was indeed a significant matter.

If Camille had known he was returning early, the airline company's phones would have been ringing

non-stop.

The two of them walked out of the airport and got into the car, with Ayan sitting in the back seat. He

opened a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips. He hadn't eaten since last night, as the airplane

food didn't suit him. "Let's head straight back; I haven't eaten," he said.

Kian nodded and asked, "Shall I have Nanny prepare something for you? I've already sent the flowers

home, and I arranged for the florist to decorate with Nanny."

"Yeah," Ayan replied. It was he who ordered the flowers, planning ahead for a surprise for Camille at

home.

Not seeing each other for nearly a week, they both missed each other tremendously. Calculating it

carefully, it was the longest time they had been apart since reconciling.

They each missed the other deeply.

Every day, Ayan regretted not bringing Camille along on his business trip; with Camille, there was a

sense of home wherever they went.

No matter how unfamiliar the place, as long as Camille was by his side, he never felt out of place.

Everything felt familiar.

They smoothly returned to Franklin Bay, and as they were about to get out of the car, Kian suddenly

remembered something. Ayan got out of the car, and after taking the luggage, Kian quickly followed

him to the house.

Kian then detailed the events of the previous night to Ayan. Ayan showed no significant change in

expression after hearing this. He only inquired, "Is she okay?"

Of course, Kian understood who 'she' referred to and immediately shook his head, "She's fine."

Kian nodded, understanding. Draмanоvеls.com

After eating, Ayan went upstairs to his bedroom.

The surprise for Camille was placed in the bedroom: flowers covering the entire room, a bag and

various gifts he had bought for her laid out among the flowers. Satisfied with the setup, he closed the

door and went to the study.

Recalling what Kian had told him when he first arrived home, Ayan casually asked, "Isn't Preston too

idle, always looking for trouble? Tell the police, have them search the orphanage where Preston stays."

Kian had thought Ayan hadn't taken the matter seriously, especially since Ayan had only given a casual

response earlier. Had he been too hungry to be concerned about Preston's actions?