My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 115

Preston's eyebrows are furrowed, a handsome man is all dumbfounded, lowered eyes are shocked and unbelievable.

Looking at his face changing expression, Carter narrowed his eyes, low cold voice issued from the throat bone: "Mr. Walker brought these things we also do not need, and now it is not convenient to invite you in, then take your time and do not send off."

After saying that, he directly intended to close the door, but Preston subconsciously put his foot against the door and then voiced out, "Cami ..... Are you there?"

His voice was loud enough that Camille naturally heard it.

Camille at first thought it was a hallucination, because the hood was open and did not hear the movement outside, and now after hearing it came out.

She saw Carter about to close the door and Preston with his foot against the crack, and she asked out loud with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"

Carter stood motionless, and Preston took advantage of the moment to push the door open.

He said in a low voice: "Cami, I know you moved out to live a little uneasy, specially bought some of your favorite dishes to come over to cook you a meal."

Camille hurriedly reached for his hand: "You don't have to go to such trouble, I have everything here."

"You have is yours, but I buy it or not is my business, things are a little heavy I can carry, where is the kitchen? "

Camille pointed out that Preston was already striding toward the kitchen with his things.

Carter was still standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, his mood revealing indifferent displeasure: "Camille, you let him in with open arms in front of me?

"Preston is a friend of mine, isn't that something you already know? Should a friend be turned away when he comes as a guest?"

Carter's face was getting ugly, and his body was emitting a chilling coldness.

He was silent.

Camille is also lightly pursed lips some do not know what to say?

The atmosphere was quiet for so two or three seconds.

"Cami, is there a pot for soup?" Preston's voice came out of the kitchen.

Camille looked at Carter, and then this hurried to the kitchen.

Watching her back fade away, eventually side by side with Preston in the kitchen, the eyes of the man who had not moved from his spot deepened.

That handsome handsome Yan indifferent and cold, because of the fever, the face is a little pale, the eyes are also distributed within the blood, is the reason for not sleeping well.

He stared coldly at the two in the kitchen, his eyes covered with coldness, especially at Camille's face still flushed with an annoying and piercing smile, and finally he could not control it any longer.

Carter slammed the door hard and straight behind him, then struck out for the kitchen, grabbing Camille's hand and leading her in the direction of the bedroom.

Camille struggled subconsciously, but Carter held on tightly until the bedroom door closed and he held her against the back of the door, staring at her expressionlessly, "Get him out of here, I don't want to see him."

The burning breath along with the man's low voice fell in her ears, at first listen, even with a few supplications in it.

His hands are even pinching her waist to prevent her from hiding.

Camille tilted her face up, looked at the handsome face close at hand, and said lightly, "That's rude."

"So to be polite you have to make me angry too?"

Camille frowned and wondered how the two conflicted.

She said, "Carter, why are you angry? He was just visiting me as a friend and cooking me a meal, and you were there, weren't you?"

"Would you have let him in if I hadn't been there?"

"If you weren't here I would have gone to the office by now."

"You're being forceful, Camille, and you mustn't forget that you're still married."

He stared at her intently, landing on his waist with a hand so strong that for a moment Camille thought he would just choke her to death.

Camille was silent, Carter pinched her jaw and narrowed his eyes with a rather gritty look, "Camille, answer me, should I let him go?"

"Carter, even if it's just an ordinary friend I can't get rid of people, not to mention that Preston is not only a friend, but also a partner who has helped me a lot."

"So no matter what you say you won't distance yourself from him?" His eyes were cold, the hand that was cupping her chin instantly intensified a few points, lowering his head even closer to lean on him, his lips hot.

Camille just looked at him lightly: "I don't understand what you mean by keeping a distance? Does it mean no contact with all people of the opposite sex? Not even if it's just friends or workmates? If that's the case, then does that mean I have to quit even working at home alone?"

"I'm not asking you to distance yourself from everyone but those who have thoughts about you, Camille, I can't believe you can't see what Preston has in mind for you, or do you already see it but just enjoy this state of being adored?"

"Carter!!!" Camille shouted his full name coldly, looking at his cold expression, she pursed her lips: "So that's who I am in your mind?"

His deep eyes slightly paused, pupils fiercely shrink, staring at her red lips that opened and closed, suddenly felt that her mouth is still not talking more comfortable, so just a moment, he has lowered his head and kissed down.

With the door behind her, Camille had no place to retreat, and she could only subconsciously block her lips.

Then the man's warm lips landed on her palm.

Carter didn't care, just looked at her eyes became deep and dark.

Looking at each other with four eyes, Camille said in a low voice: "Carter, there are some things I have said more than once, you can misunderstand me, but you can't add charges to me that are not true, and Preston and I will always remain friends."

After that, she pushed him straight away, and since he wasn't insisting, she easily got away and pulled the door open and went out of the bedroom.

In the kitchen.

Camille walked in with a bottle of mineral water, and she handed it to Preston: "Tough break."

Preston took the water: "You're still polite to me?"

He then unscrewed the cap and drank a third of the bottle, then set the water aside on the cooking table.

He was simmering pork ribs soup and also made a steamed fish, braised chicken nuggets and kale in superior soup.

He saw Camille's dazed face staring at the gurgling and rolling soup in the pot, and his eyes were a little lost in thought. He paused slightly and asked, "Cami, why did you move out?"

In fact, he wanted to ask if the move out was because of the so-called love interest in Carter's mouth, but the words came to his lips and he couldn't ask.

Camille met his gaze back and then said, "I'm trying to calm myself down, I've been experiencing so many things lately, I don't think my brain is working enough."

"Well, it's good to calm down." Preston asked again, "He forbade you to move out so he came here after you?"

"How is that possible?" She smiled faintly, but the curve of her mouth was so faint that it was almost impossible to read.

Preston said, "How is that impossible? I can sense that your relationship seems better than before, and he just told me that you're ready to have a baby, right?"

Camille froze to meet Preston's gaze and she wrinkled her nose, "He's full of shit."

Preston gazed at Camille with a slightly strained expression, his voice still in the same tone, "Cami, what's on your mind? It's not that he wants to divorce you, but I feel as if he doesn't want to at the moment?"