My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 39

Ayan was slightly stunned, his expression was also a stiff, not waiting for his answer, Camille has pulled out his hand.

She said, "Go take a shower, I'm a little sleepy."

Her tone was cold and she was already lying down after she finished.

Ayan stared at her condescendingly for a few seconds before turning around and going to the bathroom.

In the back of my mind was the question Camille had just asked.

If she really opened her mouth and said she didn't want a divorce, what would be his choice?

He couldn't possibly agree to it. After all, he had promised Eileen that he would marry her, so he and Camille had to leave.

It was a night of peace, each with their own thoughts.

The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window. The woman in bed had long been awake, but hadn't moved because the hand on her waist was trapping her tightly.

After two days there will be no more co-sleeping, so she wants to keep it a little longer.

I don't know how long it took, but a knock on the door broke the smear of silence.

The maid's reminder sounded, "Young master, young lady, Mr. Simpson asked if you were up yet. Waiting for you to go down to have a meal together."

Before Camille could say anything, the person next to her had already spoken, "Okay, go right down."

When he finished, he moved towards Camille, thinking she was still awake, and called out in a low voice, "Camille, get up, huh?"

Camille subconsciously twisted her head, the two noses touched, four eyes locked, and time was pressed to pause.

Ayan stared at her with rapt attention, her slightly curled eyelashes fluttering gently, her fair and delicate face blows, and those heavily made-up women are completely different, Camille's beauty clean and clear makes people more and more fascinated.

Camille's eyes also fell on the man next to him, with his early morning messy hair, his robe was also skewed, revealing a large chest, rippling out a different kind of sexy.

Just somehow, the more you look at the atmosphere, the more wrong it is.

Her mind suddenly went to what he had said, "Men are extra reactive in the morning."

Then she immediately turned her head and tried to get up, but she was held down just before she made a move, and the low mute man's voice asked faintly, "What are you hiding for?"

She murmured, "I'm not hiding, Grandpa is calling us up for breakfast, so get out of the way."

"We don't go down for a long time grandpa is happier instead, do you know why?"

His voice was husky and revealed a faint smile.

Camille raised her hand and tried to push him away, but her warm fingertips touched his exposed chest, not waiting for her to move away, the man's bony hand in the palm of his hand, hooked the corners of his lips, voice dull, Xu Xu said: "Camille, why do not you dare to look at me?"

Her pupils widened a little, biting her lips, although not looking at him, but the tip of the nose is all belong to the smell of men, choking her brain a blank.

She whispered, "I didn't."

"Since you don't have one, look at me, huh?"

"Get out of the way."

"I got out of your way and you ran."

"I'm not running."

Camille felt a little overwhelmed by this close proximity, especially since his warm breath could be sprayed directly on her cheek and neck, making her shiver and shiver.

But Ayan was so determined that he wouldn't let go of her, so Camille had no choice but to turn her head and look at him again.

Look at it, it's not like you haven't seen it anyway.

She just wanted to get out of this bed quickly.

The hesitation of her head turned too much, almost directly on his lips, such a move is not only Camille frozen, Ayan is also stunned.

His eyes narrowed slightly and his voice grew lower: "Camille, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I didn't."

"You have."

"I ....... Well ......."

He wasn't giving her a chance to say the whole thing and had come over and kissed her directly on the lips.

Camille stiffened, she did not dare to move at all, her eyes dull to stare at the man close at hand, until he stopped, the deep eyes revealed the obvious meaning, Camille did not know where to get the strength, directly pushed him away and flew out of bed.

She fled to the bathroom and closed the door before she raised her hand to hold her face and breathed heavily, her cheeks burning, all in front of her eyes was what he had just done.

What exactly are they doing?

She questioned herself, "Camille , you're already getting a divorce, you need to keep your distance."

She poured cold water over her cheeks until she had completely calmed down which stopped.

A few minutes later, Camille shuffled out and there was no longer a man in the house, so it was good not to have to continue to face.

At breakfast, because the two came down late, the old Simpson had already eaten.

Talia had a golf date with a friend, and Fletcher left early for his chauffeur role.

After breakfast, because he couldn't leave the Simpson's manson, Ayan played chess with the old Simpson, while Camille watched.

Such a picture is very warm.

At lunchtime, Fletcher and Talia came back, and today Talia cooked herself and Camille came over to help.

But the smell of fumes was so strong that Camille could barely hold her stomach in several times, probably because she was suffocating, her face was pale and bloodless, and Talia said, "Cami, go out and rest, I have help here."

Camille didn't insist much and nodded, "Okay, then it's hard on mom."

"You kid, we're all family, why are you polite?"

Talia smiled.

Camille came out of the kitchen, and the whole group got comfortable.

She walked to the living room and happened to see three generations playing chess. She couldn't help but take out her phone and take a picture of the man in the photo with a gentle face and a light smile, his handsome appearance was fascinating as always.

She looked and watched, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with curves, only this man will belong to another woman from now on.

Camille took a deep breath and put away her phone, holding back the emotions inside.

Soon, lunch could begin.

Talia made the best braised fish, pan-fried baby back ribs, and chicken soup with pork belly, plus a few other delicate side dishes.

The table was full of colorful and delicious dishes.

But Camille had a hard time saying that she was uncomfortable looking at the grease, but she didn't want to spoil the fun and kept it to herself.

But eventually she couldn't hold it in, and after Talia gave her the food over and over again, she couldn't hold it in anymore and ran to the bathroom with her mouth covered.

Talia asks, "What's wrong with Cami?"

Ayan was also stone-faced.

the old Simpson is the most calm, he said: "Maybe it's a bad stomach, the boy was telling me yesterday that his stomach is not well, these dishes may be too greasy."

Then he looked at Ayan again and said, "Why don't you go check it out?"

Ayan gets up and walks to the bathroom, where Camille has already thrown up and is wiping the corner of her mouth.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me about the intestinal discomfort?"

Camille just shook her head lightly, "I'm fine."

Her carelessness made Ayan frown, and when she returned to the dining room and sat down, Ayan said, "Let's have the family doctor come over and take a look at you.

Camille subconsciously looked at the old Simpson, then hurriedly said: "No, I'm really fine, no need to make a special trip to the doctor, I've already been to the hospital."

"What did the doctor say? Did they take any medicine?"

"The doctor said there is nothing wrong, just a cold causing gastrointestinal discomfort, no need to take medicine."

"How can that be? Since you should take medicine to get better quickly if you have an upset stomach, I'll have the family doctor come over now."

Ayan's attitude is insistent, she dares not continue to say no, which will make him suspicious instead.

Ayan's action was quick, he called the family doctor immediately, and then ordered the kitchen to make some millet porridge, his arrangement made Talia smile.

Talia is also not worried anymore, just smiled and said, "Hey, our Ayan will also care about his wife, I hope you will keep up the good work."

Ayan's face did not change without the slightest expression.

Camille hangs her head, no one knows how worried and nervous she is.

Soon, the doctor came over.