My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1560: Risks

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Upon learning about the online matter, Ayan immediately had Kian purchase tickets to Dane City. Due to the suddenness of the situation and time constraints, it took Kian a lot of effort to secure two economy class tickets.

Ayan sat in the cramped economy class seat, his tiredness evident on his face. He had just finished a meeting and hadn't even had dinner yet. Due to Ayan's sufficient funds, Kian arranged for the flight attendants to bring him dinner, but Ayan had no appetite.

It was already past 3 a. m. when Ayan arrived in Dane City.

He had rushed to Dane City without a break. He managed to catch a short nap on the plane, so he wasn't particularly tired at the moment.

The prearranged car was waiting outside the airport, with no luggage since the trip was hastily planned.

Kian followed Ayan out of the airport hall, and they got into the waiting car.

Once they were seated in the car, Kian looked at Ayan in the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Simpson, after we arrive at the hotel, would you like to go directly to the lady's room or book a room for the night?" "Directly to her room," Ayan responded indifferently.

Understanding Ayan's preference, Kian had already arranged for the hotel manager to bring the room key directly to the underground parking lot.

Due to concerns about the media, Ayan planned to go from the underground garage to the hotel, reducing the chances of being photographed.

Silence filled the car as there was still some time before reaching the hotel. Kian seized the opportunity to rest, but business trips with Ayan were usually not tiring unless there was an unexpected event like this one. He hadn't even closed his eyes, and he was already feeling tired.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, his phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

Kian quickly answered, "Hello, who is this?"

After listening to the other person, Kian was taken aback and instinctively glanced at Ayan in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He then said, "Please wait!"

Covering the microphone with his hand, Kian turned to Ayan and said, "Mr. Simpson, it's Jordan on the phone. He's looking for you."

Ayan raised his gaze and, as Kian's voice was soft, he wasn't sure if he had misheard.

Seeing no change in Kian's expression, Ayan confirmed that he hadn't misheard-it was indeed Jordan.

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, his handsome face showing no unnecessary change. He glanced at Kian with a slight frown before gesturing for him to hand over the phone. Kian cautiously handed over the phone, feeling a tremor in his heart.

He silently raised the partition between them, not wanting to hear a single word more. Listening to even one more word meant taking an additional risk, so it was better not to take that risk. Once the partition was raised, the driver visibly relaxed.

In the enclosed back seat, Ayan put the phone to his ear, his dark eyes looking out the window. He calmly said, "It's me."

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Jordan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Simpson, I'm calling you this late because I know you have arrived in Dane City. I also want to personally explain the situation to you. It was the Bailey family's people who came after me, and your wife got involved. I'm deeply sorry. If there's anything I need to clarify or cooperate with, I'll do so unconditionally!"

Jordan spoke gently, explaining that he hadn't slept yet because he had been dealing with this matter.

Since it occurred, he had been

occupied with it, leaving him no time.

to rest or think about other issues. When he learned that Ayan had arrived in Dane City, he immediately contacted him. Although he had Ayan's phone number, given the seriousness of the matter, it was more appropriate to first contact

Ayan's secretary.

Jordan directly stated the purpose of the call to Ayan, expressing his thoughts and intentions. He didn't want this matter to cause any trouble for Camille or create conflict between him and Ayan. He took a deep breath, awaiting Ayan's response.

After a brief moment of silence, Ayan finally spoke in a calm tone, saying, "Alright, if there's a need, I will contact you."

Ayan didn't refuse Jordan's request, so naturally, he accepted it with pleasure.

Observing Ayan's reaction, Jordan responded, "Okay, I will be waiting for Mr. Simpson's call at any time. It's quite late now, so I won't disturb Mr. Simpson's rest."

Ayan simply acknowledged with a sound of agreement and remained silent.

It's unclear who hung up the call in the end, but it's known that after speaking with Ayan, his expression became somewhat somber and serious.

After a while, the car successfully arrived at the hotel's underground parking lot, Kian got out of the car first and opened the door for Ayan. In a low voice, Kian asked, "Mr. Simpson, I've checked, there are no reporters. Shall we go upstairs?"

"Mhm," Ayan replied and then headed towards the direction of the elevator.

The hotel manager was already waiting at the elevator. Upon seeing Ayan, he immediately greeted him, saying, "Good evening, Mr. Simpson. Here is the room key for the suite."

He handed over the room key with both hands. The manager was actually quite worried. What if there really was a man in Mrs. Simpson's room? But Ayan had already arrived, and there was no time to do anything about it.

The manager took a deep breath, hoping for the best, and watched as Ayan and Kian entered the elevator. He could only pray that nothing would go wrong. Otherwise, it would bring immense trouble to the hotel, and his job might not be safe either.

Once the elevator reached the floor where Camille's room was located, the manager finally returned to his post.

At the entrance to Camille's room, Kian casually arrived and handed the key to Ayan, saying, "Mr. Simpson, please go in. I'll wait outside."

"No need for you to go rest!" Ayan said lightly, taking the room key and swiping it to enter the room.

Kian left only after the door was closed.

Inside the room, it was pitch black. Ayan carelessly threw his coat at the entrance and walked straight ahead.

As he entered the room, he first saw a small sitting area, and further inside was the bedroom. Fortunately, the bedroom had no door, so if Camille had locked it while sleeping, he wouldn't be able to enter. Before reaching the side of the bed, he could already see the slight curve on the surface, and his lips involuntarily formed a faint smile of helplessness.

Even at this moment, she could still sleep peacefully, completely unbothered about whether he would be angry or upset.