My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 112

Camille gave a slight pause and looked at him with a subconscious frown, the case of the shower still clearly in her mind, so she refused without thinking: "I'll call Kian for you to come over."

After saying that, she immediately reached for her phone, but the next moment she saw Carter lift his hand to rip off the buttons of his shirt.

One fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, and the clothes followed by him to remove.

Camille a sweep of his lean body, muscle lines clear and even body without reservation in the air, handsome face is still with water droplets, not to mention how sexy.

Although these two words are mostly used to describe girls with beautiful bodies, Camille thinks they are the right words to describe Carter at this moment.

She coughed lightly and hastily averted her eyes; she seriously suspected Carter was doing it on purpose.

His cold body lay under the warm blanket, then found a fairly comfortable position and fell asleep.

Camille sighed and turned on the heat again, then this followed and lay down on the side.

They have been married for a year almost all sleep in one bed, the things that should be done a lot have been done, so at the moment there is no need to be pretentious to the sofa will be.

But Camille soon regretted it, because Carter took her directly into his arms when she was about to fall asleep, and held her tightly without any intention of letting go.

Camille waited for his breathing to settle and then removed the hand from her waist, but it was only a few seconds before he came back up and hugged her hard.

The low, husky man's voice was domineering: "Don't move ....."

Camille subconsciously froze, is he sober?

It was three hours after I woke up from this nap, and at eight o'clock, Camille's alarm went off.

She had to go to the construction site today, so she did not need to go over to the company can be a little later, but the man next to her did not move at all, still sleeping.

Camille whispered, "Carter?"

Carter rolled over and didn't respond.

Camille reached out to push him, but her fingertips just touched his shoulder when she felt something wrong.

He's hot.

Rolling hot.

Camille wrinkled her nose and immediately woke him up, but Carter murmured, somewhat dazedly, "Stop it, huh?"

Camille got out of bed and immediately grabbed a thermometer from the small medicine cabinet she had just prepared to take his temperature, which Irene had asked her to keep on hand for emergencies.

The five-minute wait was a bit long, but Camille already suspected he might have a fever.

Five minutes later, the temperature needle showed thirty-nine degrees one.

Camille's face was slightly grave even said, "Carter, you get up, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital."

Carter was dead set against it: "I'll just take a nap."

He felt heavy-headed, probably because he hadn't had a cold for too long, so he was unusually fierce, muddled and weak, and just wanted to lie down and sleep.

Camille couldn't shout at him, and couldn't bear to keep arguing with him, and there was an indescribable taste in her heart.

In any case, she left him in the bathtub last night, the heart is always a bit sorry.

She had to choose to use the delivery software to purchase the medicine to reduce fever, and then rushed to boil some porridge later to give him to eat.

While waiting for the medicine to be delivered to her door, she called Yessica: "I don't have time to go over there in the morning, you're busy with other things at the office, I'll call you when I'm free in the afternoon."

The phone hung up and the medicine was delivered.

Camille first got Carter up to take his medication and then served him porridge. Since there were no clothes for him over here, she just ordered two more very ordinary T-shirts by the way, but they instantly looked taller on him.

After taking the medication Carter was slightly refreshed and Camille asked, "You'd better go to the hospital, right?"

Carter soaked in the water for several hours resulting in high fever, the head is too chaotic, the amount of thinking power is not, just faint Ni Camille said, "I do not want to go to the hospital."

Camille pursed her lips, "You'll burn out your brain if you don't go to the hospital and keep running a fever."

"Why do I have a fever?"

He asked faintly.

Camille lost her voice.

Carter added: "My fever is because of you, then until my fever is gone you should take care of it, Camille, we are a husband and wife, the husband should also be taken care of by the wife when he is sick, what do you think?"

Camille just sighed silently, she couldn't say anything.

Because Carter just won't leave, Camille can't get rid of him.

After all, it's also true that it was caused by her mistake. She could have not taken care of him or not wanted him to come to the apartment, but since he had entered the door of the apartment and was in a drunken condition, she should have been responsible for it.

Camille's silence made Carter's face gentle. He spent the morning in bed, mostly sleeping, so it was quite pleasant to get along.

For lunch, Camille cooked two dishes for herself.

One sautéed loofah with fine meat and one baby vegetable in soup.

The two sat face to face at the small rectangular table. Carter scanned the meal on the table, which sold well and was simple but home-cooked.

Camille also noticed his gaze and mistakenly thought he was dissatisfied, so she spoke up, "These are the only simple ingredients in the fridge, if they don't suit your appetite I'll order you takeaway, right?"

"Did you do all this?"

He digressed and asked with his deep eyes fixed on her.

Camille nodded, then said, "You still have a fever, so you can only eat lightly."

Then she moved her own chopsticks first, after tossing and turning most of the night and morning, her stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

Carter did not say anything else, also picked up chopsticks to finish the bowl of porridge and some dishes, the taste, well, not bad.

He didn't expect her to know how to cook, and after putting down the dishes, he asked lightly, "Did you learn to cook only after you moved out?"

Camille looked up at him: "Of course not, I had to learn to live in a rented apartment when I was in college."

"You go to college and the Armstrong family doesn't care about you?"

He rarely asked her about her life with the Armstrong family and hardly knew anything about her life before she got married.

Camille paused slightly, she didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask about her, but these things that had passed had long since become irrelevant in her mind.

Her voice is very light, almost inaudible emotions: "Talk about the management or not, these do not matter to me anymore."

Carter's pupils shrank, and a thick, deep meaning flooded his eyes.

Camille didn't continue to talk with him and cleaned up the dishes after dinner.

After that Carter offered to ask, "Give me your phone."

Because his phone was broken by himself.

Camille handed it to him and he called Kian: "Send me a change of clothes to Camille's apartment and bring me the computer, I'll be working online for a few days."

Kian has been in a state of surprise since last night, and tried to fight back afterwards, but Carter's "fuck off" kept him from doing so.

He was not surprised to hear Carter calling from Camille's cell phone at the moment, but was shocked that Carter was working online.

He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson , what is wrong with you?"

"Kian, don't you think you talk a lot?"

Kian hurriedly said, "Okay Mr. Simpson, I'll send it over right away."

Carter put the phone down and Camille wrinkled her nose and asked, "What do you mean you asked Kian to send clothes over?"