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

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes with a warning, his whole face overflowing with a reserved indifference.

Camille looked up at him and said flatly, "Not yet."

"Did you really not get around to it or did you not want to tell Albert you were married?"

"Ayan, what Albert said wasn't wrong. Even if I told him about our relationship, isn't it right for him to say that I don't have a boyfriend? You're not my boyfriend."

"And who am I?"

"O husband."

The husband who doesn't love her, the husband who is about to divorce, the husband who loves someone else.

But either way for the moment they still have a certificate, so they are still married.

Camille's answer was natural and seemed to please Ayan, with a faint smile between her eyebrows: "Then go tell Albert about your relationship with me now, and tell him about the dinner as well."

"This is not the right time to talk about it."

"What do you mean it's not a good fit? Camille, are you trying to coax me into telling Albert that you weren't going to tell him that you were spoiled, by who? Him?"

His words are lightly provoked, and the smile between his eyebrows is covered by cold displeasure, and a pair of deep eyes as gloomy as ancient Tan are also staring straight at her.

Ayan's emotional reaction is a bit overwhelming and Camille is slightly frozen.

He added, "Answer me, what do you really mean?"

"I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that don't you think it's not a good time to talk about it in someone else's place?"

Camille dropped her eyes and stopped looking at him.

"What's wrong with that? It's just one sentence, it just depends on whether you want it or not."

He narrowed his eyes, his mild and indifferent face revealed a cold hostility, directly raised his hand to pinch her waist to mention her upwards on the sink, such a height had to make the two eyes stare at each other.

Camille pursed her lips and said with a warm gaze, "If you think I don't want to, then why ask me?"

"So it's true that you don't want to?"

to

word could be said, his face suddenly pressed

lips, fiercely and brutally, with a strong manly

coming in the bathroom at any moment,

afraid of people knowing you're married to

you already have

and smiled lightly,

and swaying her because he is jealous, but each time the answer is simply that he cares because she is

to do with her as

that this time too, he will tell her with the same answer that he

calm and slow tone, "Yes, I'm jealous, so

disbelief as she stared at him, and

know what he's talking

could he be jealous

must have been hearing

then the next second the whole person came back

This time, he didn't give Camille any chance to refuse or struggle, and the kiss turned from dominant

Yes, it

also incredulous when she felt those two words

two of them embraced each other without noticing Eileen who

inside, a face all in disbelief, eyes full of anger, especially Ayan that "I'm jealous" made

and uncomfortable inside, she didn't know

he would marry her, and this matter

not directly crash through, but held back her emotions to calm herself

long time before turning around

The people inside also ended the long French kiss that lasted

she would have fallen off the sink if he hadn't been holding her waist with his other

raspy, "Camille." A warm, hard voice pressed against her ear, clear as day, "I'm not just saying that, stay away from Albert and

a little wheezy and

responded, but Ayan's words were repeated in her ears

Camille's whole heart was floating, and Ayan's

In the car, Camille drove quietly to take Albert back to the hotel, silent

wine, and now also leaned on the seat to close

the car pulled up in front of the wine

of getting out of the car, he looked at Camille and asked, "Not going to talk to me

Camille turned her head to