My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 78

Grace just stood there until Brody and Page came over.

The trio got into the car and headed back to the Armstrong's villa.

Page said with some discontent, "What the hell is wrong with Camille? If word gets out, people will think we were harsh on her. How can she give that painting to Mr. Simpson in her personal name, it should be in the name of the Armstrong family."

"Mom, why do you always treat your sister so harshly and coldly?" Page's words had just fallen, Grace suddenly and coldly questioned.

The atmosphere in the car was instantly quiet.

Page looks to Grace: "Grace, what are you talking about?"

Grace looked at Page, met her gaze, and said seriously, word for word: "Isn't my sister also your daughter? Why did you and Dad question and distrust her in public? Is she not our Armstrong?"

Grace's words silenced both Page and Brody.

It was a long time before Page whispered, "Grace, did she complain to you about something?"

"No."

"Grace , you grew up around mom and dad, you are kind and generous, mom knows you are soft-hearted, but this Camille did do wrong not to think about the Armstrong family, so ......."

"Mom ......" Grace frowned and raised her tone as she said, "My sister didn't complain to me about anything, except that I could sense your dislike for her, is this all because of me?"

Grace didn't know the real reason why Page was cold to Camille, so after hearing Eileen's remark, she rooted all the reasons to herself.

She really does not like Camille, the sister, because too cold, always feel her bones with a natural pride, even if suppressed to the dust can not see the slightest frustration.

But she envies Camille even more.

I envy her for her frankness and casualness without having to pretend.

Hanyama Manson.

Ayan did not go to the office, but went home.

He entered the house and headed straight upstairs, then pushed open the bedroom door.

Through the faint light you can see the bed slightly arched lying on the person, he turned on a lamp and walked to the bed, hesitated, then spoke in a low voice: "Camille , Camille ......"

But Camille didn't respond.

He called out twice more, "Camille , wake up, let's talk."

It's not too late, so it won't disturb her rest.

But she still didn't move.

Ayan frowned, reached out to pinch her face ready to wake her up, when the cold fingertips touched her cheek, a hot temperature came, he immediately raised his hand to explore the forehead, hot and frightening.

He rushed to shake the person awake: "Camille , wake up, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital, huh?"

Camille is very sleepy, her head is heavy, her eyelids are not open and she just wants to sleep, so she reacts a bit too much and swats away his hand, impatiently saying, "I'm so annoyed, can you not touch me?"

Ayan was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting her to be so emotional, but quickly picked her up from the bed and looked at her seriously: "Camille, you have a fever, if you don't go to the hospital you have to take your medicine first, okay?"

Camille was nagged until she opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. She resisted the urge to push him away and said indifferently, "I don't want to take my medication, what happens to me is my own business, if you want to care then go care about Eileen can you?"

Ayan frowned and looked at her for a while, but he couldn't say anything.

Camille didn't even give him an extra look, and after those words, she simply lay down again.

But she had a raging fever that didn't go away overnight, during which Ayan gave her physical cooling despite her refusal, but it didn't help much.

The next day, before dawn, Ayan brought in Dr. Ellis, who, knowing Camille's condition, prescribed only the right medication for pregnant women, and then told her to drink plenty of water.

When Camille woke up, Ayan came into the bedroom with warm water and medicine.

Because of the fever, she was weak and a face was throughly red. When she saw him walk to the bed and sit down, her slender curly eyelashes fluttered and her lips pursed slightly.

Ayan handed over the medicine: "Take the medicine first, I've asked the kitchen to make you some porridge."

"I don't take medicine." She refused outright without even thinking about it.

"Camille , don't be stubborn, you've had a fever all night without medication and it's going to get worse, Dr. Ellis said you need to drink more water to get better faster, huh?"

When she heard that Dr. Ellis had prescribed the medication, Camille's face eased a little, but the sight of the man in front of her subconsciously brought up the events of last night.

She said coldly with a somewhat morbidly calm frown, "Don't worry, I'll eat it myself later."

"Camille , what are you messing with me for?"

Ayan is a little angry, does she want her own body?

Camille was also stunned and looked up at him, "Ayan , I haven't done anything and you say I'm messing with you, is Eileen the only one in your heart who is perfect?"

"Camille , we're talking about you now, why are we bringing up Eileen again?"

"It's not that I want to rip her off, it's just that every word of the answer invariably carries her shadow." She said without blinking her eyes, with a few mocking smiles on her lips.

Ayan frowned and handed over the glass of water, "Take your medicine first, and we'll talk afterwards."

"I'll eat it myself, you put it down."

"Camille , are you forcing me to feed you?"

"I told you, I'll eat it myself."

She was also a little emotional.

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes, and the next second directly put down the pills in his hand to take Camille into his arms, she was stiff, his breath drifted between his nose, the whole person is also very repulsive refusal, but the body can not break free, only two hands in the wave.

Camille's emotions and reactions were so strong that Ayan was able to hold her, but with a glass of water in one hand it was impossible to calm her down completely.

During the struggle, the cup of water was also poured on the quilt by Camille's spill, and the clothes on both of them were soaked to varying degrees.

Be still with each other.

Camille took the opportunity to get out of his arms and dropped a faint "I'll eat it myself later."

When she finished, she got off the bed and went to the bathroom.

It's not that Ayan couldn't feel her coldness and rejection, but so what?

She is his wife, and taking care of her is what he should do.

But his handsome face is flooded with emotions that people can't guess, the pair of deep as sunken black eyes stared at the bathroom door for a long time before retracting, he left the bedroom before Camille came out.

Camille was sick for several days, and their relationship was lukewarm, with Ayan taking the initiative most of the time, but she was never very responsive or emotional.

When people are not feeling well, their bodies are not strong, and they are not too concerned about what is going on outside, Irene calls early in the morning to gossip with her.

Irene said, "Eileen became a joke in the circle because of the old Simpson's birthday party. Her high-profile comeback made many people envious, and she also grabbed several other people's endorsements and advertisements, and now many people are laughing at her for making her own mistakes."

Camille wasn't very excited, but said, "She's to blame."

"Right." Irene sighed and asked, "Are you better?"

"Well, that's better."

Because of the fever work temporarily stopped, the company also did not go, if it is not pregnant, she certainly will not be so careful attention, but there is a baby in the belly, she had to be careful for the top.

As for how Eileen is mixed in the circle has nothing to do with her, just as a gossip to hear and forget about it.

Irene then asked, "Cami, are you and Ayan not going to divorce now? Are you going to tell him about the baby? The weather is slowly getting colder now and you can wear more clothes to cover up, but he is your pillow, does he really have no feelings at all?"