My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 818: Karaoke Enthusiasts

Chapter 818: Karaoke Enthusiasts

“It's different, how can it be the same? It's completely different!" Preston seemed extremely agitated, denying it while moving closer to Camille. His gaze was fixed on her as he said, "Cami, it's not the same at all. It was Ayan who punched me. Why are you apologizing for him? Even if an apology is necessary, it should come from him, not you." "Preston, there's no difference. If you feel that you need to apologize for this matter to be resolved, then I can apologize on behalf of Ayan." “I'm not telling you all this so you can apologize on his behalf, Cami. That's not what I meant. I never thought that way. I'm telling you all this because I want you to know that I didn't hurt you. I don't want any misunderstandings between us. What Austin has done towards you made me suspicious only after Ayan left. Don't worry. Not only can Ayan seek justice for you, but I can too. Whatever he can do, I... I can do as well as your friend. I want you to know that you have not just him. You have me as a good friend. Although there are some misunderstandings between us now, I promise we can reconcile and be as good as before. Cami, do you believe me?"

Preston's intense emotions had left Camille speechless and confused. She furrowed her brow tightly, her facial expression stiffening. Especially his extreme choice of words, it truly left Camille at a loss. Camille tightly pursed her lips and spoke with a low, hoarse voice, "Preston, if that's how you think, then I truly don't know what else to say. Ayan punched you because of me, but I don't deny that he was wrong. After all, using the excuse of worrying about me and losing rationality is just an excuse. We should not impose these excuses on others. That's why I'm apologizing to you. The reason I'm apologizing to you is also because we're husband and wife, and as a couple, we are a unit. So I have the right to do so. Of course, you can refuse to accept my apology. It's your choice, your right.” Camille said calmly and didn't look at Preston anymore. The indifference on her face grew more apparent as she said, "It's getting late. It won't be good if we're too late.”

She didn't want any unnecessary topics to be brought up during this troubled time. Such conversations would probably be quite bothersome.

Ayan had done a lot for her, and if other rumors or gossip were to be involved, it would be embarrassing to face him. Even the confidence to continue enjoying the feeling of being pursued by Ayan would probably be lost.

Of course, the last sentence was just a joke. Ultimately, she simply didn't want any rumors to spread about her and cause unnecessary discussions.

After finishing her words, Camille prepared to leave, but Preston grabbed her hand.

Preston's face darkened, and he asked, "Cami, so you've entangled yourself in this again, right? Why are you lying to me? You clearly promised to divorce him. Why can't you keep your word? Is Ayan really that great?"

"Preston, I did say those words, but I didn't lie to you. We haven't reached a point of no return between us, so..."

"What do you mean by a point of no return?"

"I don't know how to say this to you, but this is my business, and I have the ability to make my own judgments, so please don't interfere, okay?" Camille forcefully pulled her hand away, her expression cold and displeased. She didn't want to continue this argument with Preston because every time they talked privately, it always ended unhappily in the same way.

He didn't want to accept what she said, nor did he want to acknowledge it. So Camille had no interest in continuing the conversation.

It served no purpose and had no meaning.

She had repeated certain things so many times before, and each time felt like a repetition, which annoyed her.

She walked briskly towards her car and opened the door, getting inside and driving away from the parking garage with Preston watching. Camille arrived about fifteen minutes late, but no one questioned her as the dishes were served soon after.

As for Preston, when Jenson was about to enjoy the meal, he received a phone call.

It was from Preston.

He told Jenson, “I have something else to take care of, I won't be coming over. Today's meal is on me, so enjoy yourselves without hesitation."

Jenson relayed the message to everyone, and they all cheered and raised their glasses, saying, "Long live Mr. Baxter!"

Without Preston around, Camille could relax a little.

Except for Jenson and his secretary, all the architects present were female, so they enjoyed some moderately strong red wine. As they drank and talked, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

They chatted about various topics, and Sophie, a little carried away by the alcohol, couldn't help but exclaim, "I was really scared by Louise's death. Fortunately, we didn't give her trouble. Otherwise, I would feel so guilty!

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then Summer suddenly asked Camille, "Miss Armstrong, are you scared?"

Camille smiled faintly and replied, "Why should I be scared? Only those who have wronged her would feel scared. Those who have done nothing wrong wouldn't feel scared at all!"

Everyone nodded in agreement again and raised their glasses, saying, "You're right, Miss Armstrong. Let's toast to doing nothing wrong!" They clinked glasses and continued discussing other topics.

After the meal, it was still early, and they had the afternoon off, so Jenson invited them to go karaoke singing.

Sophie and another architect were typical karaoke enthusiasts who couldn't stop once they started.

Camille sat in a corner, quietly listening to the songs. Jenson poured her a glass of orange juice and handed it to her, saying, "Miss Armstrong, don't you want to sing?"

Camille shook her head and smiled lightly, saying, "Others sing for money, but I sing for taking away others’ lives. So, no thanks."

Jenson chuckled at her response, but his attitude toward Camille became somewhat distant. It wasn't simply about keeping his distance from her; it carried a certain level of respect. This feeling had arisen in Camille before, and every time it was intense.

Camille furrowed her brow and tilted her head, gazing at Jenson intently. She asked, "Mr. Evans, are you... a little scared of me?" Jenson hesitated for a moment but quickly smiled and said, "Why would you say that, Miss Armstrong?"

"Because I always feel like you're a bit afraid of me."

"Could it be because Miss Armstrong is so outstanding, and I have developed admiration for you?"

“Is that so?" Camille clearly didn't believe him.

Jenson smiled faintly and replied, "Of course, why would I be afraid of Miss Armstrong?"

Yeah, why would he be afraid of her? She wasn't a monster who devoured people, so why would he fear her?

Camille didn't continue thinking about it, but Jenson didn't dare to continue the conversation either. He excused himself under the pretense of taking a phone call and left the private room.

After Jenson left, Camille felt a bit bored. The two karaoke enthusiasts engaged in an intense singing battle, unable to stop, while interacting with others. Perhaps due to Camille's status, they didn't dare to target her, which spared her from any inconvenience.

Camille smiled and watched them happily, taking out her phone to browse Twitter and forums.

While scrolling through Twitter, she came across a piece of news that piqued her curiosity. She clicked on it and read the following content: "Shocking!!! My cousin works at a club, and according to him, two men offended the boss and were drugged and handed over to another pair of men for punishment. It's said that things got gruesome!!!"

The comments below the news made Camille widen her eyes, but an idea also popped into her mind.

After everyone dispersed from the karaoke session, she drove directly to the Simpson Group.

Since she didn't need to go to the company in the afternoon, and Timmy and Talia had gone to a resort in the outskirts, she found it would be boring to be alone at home. So, she decided to go directly to Ayan's office.

As she reached the floor where Ayan's office was located, she heard a woman's coquettish voice from inside, saying, "Kian, just tell me when Mr. Simpson will be available?!"