My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1533: General Trust

Camille felt a bit tempted, but taking wedding photos would require at least a week or even longer if they went to a more distant location.

Although Camille had fewer things to do now, Ayan was very busy, leaving her with no time. However, she had to bring it up herself, and Ayan would definitely not let her down.

But Camille didn't want that. She wanted to propose the idea of taking wedding photos when Ayan wasn't busy.

Camille shook her head and said, "No, I want to design the wedding dress myself. I'll wait until I finish the design and when Ayan has time."

"Don't wait. Who knows how long you'll have to wait? It's better to make a decision now," Sienna continued persuading.

Yessica chimed in, "I think it's a good idea, Camille. You can go together and it can also be a trip. If Kian proposes to me, I would also like to go with you."

Sienna asked, "Do you need my help?"

Yessica quickly replied, "No, no. I still want to wait."

Yessica just wanted to persuade Camille because she was also looking forward to Camille and Ayan's wedding photos.

Camille smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, but there's really no rush. I will definitely take the wedding photos, just not now." Camille had made up her mind, and there was no need for further persuasion.

The topic of wedding photos ended, and the food was served.

The three of them chatted and ate together.

So Camille didn't notice the text message on her phone.

Today, she was treating them, so after finishing the meal, she went to pay the bill early and only then saw the message.

It was still from the same number as yesterday, but with a longer interval. It seemed deliberate, as if trying to make Camille think that he wouldn't send any more messages. Such behavior was really annoying and unpleasant.

Camille didn't express her feelings, she just saved the message instead of deleting it like before, and she didn't reply.

After dinner, the three of them returned to work at the company.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Camille tried to keep herself busy. Perhaps that was the only way to maintain a stable state of mind.

Camille's lack of response also made Preston feel annoyed.

He had been out of the welfare institution for two days now and hadn't gone back. He had been living in his second-hand van for these two days, eating and sleeping there.

He had just followed Camille to the restaurant but then changed his mind because he looked terrible at the moment. He didn't want to appear in front of Camille in such a disheveled state.

So he used a text message to remind Camille instead, but she didn't react at all. He wondered if he had been blocked?

He didn't directly call to test it because it wasn't the right time yet.

Preston went to a nearby old-fashioned barbershop and got a haircut. Then he tidied himself up a bit and changed into a suit that was placed on the back seat of his van.

е

He looked at himself now and an

although there were some differences from before, he looked much better than before he

changed.

Preston drove directly to the parking lot of Camille's company. He was very familiar with this place since he had chosen this address for the company. Although he had been away for a long time, everything was still familiar to him.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Camille had made plans to have dinner with Ayan that evening, but Ayan suddenly had a meeting to attend. So Camille had to drive herself to Simpson Group and wait for him there.

Camille's car had been parked in the parking lot for several days. These two days she had been riding in Sienna's car or the bodyguard's car. Her own car was covered in dust.

Camille took the elevator from the

company floor to the parking garage. She reached into her bag for her keys and walked towards her

car. Since the incident in the parking garage, Ayan had arranged for a bodyguard to always be with her. Now that she was in the parking lot, the bodyguard would naturally be nearby.

Camille walked up to her car and was about to open the door when suddenly the door of a van parked next to her car opened. A man stepped out of the van, causing her to freeze in front of the passenger door Camille squinted her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with indifference. She didn't say anything, just stared at him without blinking.

The man met her gaze with a smile in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips. He said in a teasing tone, "Camille, long time no see. I hope you've been well!"

Camille stood there without any movement, showing no intention of speaking.

Preston didn't seem to mind and didn't come over from the front of the car where the bodyguard could see him. Instead, he walked from behind the car towards Camille. He said, "Camille, don't you recognize me?"

Camille looked away and didn't want to look at him. She asked indifferently, "Do you have something?"

She didn't expect Preston to come looking for her with such a big matter at hand, but she wasn't surprised either because that was just how he was. He wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. Preston smiled lightly and said, "Camille, why are you so cold towards me? Didn't you say we were going to be best friends?"

"Do you think you deserve those words 'best friends'?" Camille spoke without holding back, without any tactfulness. She wouldn't even ask herself if she was suitable or not. Preston didn't mind at all; he smirked and said, "Camille, honestly speaking, I'm actually happy that you say that because at least you still have some emotions towards me." If she showed no emotions towards him, then his reaction would be equally cold.

Camille remained motionless but looked at him with indifference. There was clear anger in her eyes.

Preston lowered his gaze and looked at her. His eyes were complicated and heavy as he spoke in a low voice, "Camille, don't you want to ask me why I came to find you?" Camille didn't speak; she just looked at him indifferently.

Of course, he wouldn't come looking for her for no reason. So why bother asking again?

Camille was losing patience rapidly; her face gradually turned cold. She looked at Preston with an expressionless face and said in a frosty tone, "Just get straight to the point. Don't waste our time." Preston said with a faint smile, "Camille, you're still so indifferent towards me. Does that mean our years of friendship are completely lost because of Ayan?"

"It's not Ayan who caused us to lose

our friendship; it's you. That's a fact that can't be changed no matter when it is So don't always blame others for your faults; sometimes you should think about whether it's your own problem," Camille replied firmly.

He was typical of being confident yet general trustful; he never thought he did anything wrong. That was also the main reason their friendship completely collapsed. Preston's face turned cold; his eyes flickered with indifference. He asked in a flat voice, "So you think Ayan is better than me in every way?"