My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 116

Camille's face was expressionless and her tone was several shades lighter: "Some things don't change when they've already happened."

"You want to get away too?"

"Well, there's that idea."

Camille didn't hide it, but she didn't say much either.

She can say a lot to Albert, but only she can't say too much to Preston, because Preston's heart for her is not as simple as a mere friend, but she can't be with Preston, so she won't give a chance.

It was already 12:00 when Preston made dinner.

He didn't stay to eat: "Mr. Simpson will be upset if I stay here, and it will affect the relationship between the two of you, and I don't want to make it difficult for you."

Camille frowned, "It's okay, he's just messing with me because I'm making him uncomfortable with a fever."

Preston simply said, "I also happen to have an appointment nearby, and it's just about the right time to go over there."

He insisted on not eating and leaving, and Camille didn't push him after he stopped.

After seeing him to the door, she instructed, "Preston, next time don't come over for groceries, I'll do all the cooking, you're already busy enough dealing with so many things at the company every day."

Preston was slightly stunned, Camille's words of euphemism for rejection he was not unable to hear.

He nodded lightly: "Okay, I know, you should drink some soup while it's hot, you've lost weight recently."

After seeing Preston enter the elevator, Camille closed the door.

Looking at the meal on the table, Camille just sighed silently, then walked to the kitchen to reheat the millet porridge that had been boiled in the morning.

Only after doing so did she knock on the bedroom door.

"Carter, it's lunchtime."

"You eat with Preston, don't worry about me, even if I still have a fever and haven't even eaten breakfast, it doesn't matter, I'll go out and disturb your meal with Preston instead, and I'll accidentally drive him out, so why do you need to come and call me?"

The man's light, cold voice made Camille smile.

Is he Master Tuancha himself?

Camille said lightly: "Then I will not call you? I'll eat by myself?"

"How can you be eating by yourself when Preston is not cooking for you personally?"

"He's gone, so I have to eat by myself?"

She couldn't help but hook her lips into a smile, then also no more words directly turned around and went back to the table and sat down.

She had just picked up her chopsticks when Carter came out.

She looked at him without moving and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He indifferently swept a glance at the meal on the table, and finally said with cold words, "I won't just eat meals made at someone's door."

Camille had obviously guessed it, so she made a point of warming up the porridge for him and then preparing the small dishes for him.

Carter had no intention of moving his chopsticks, though, and simply looked to Camille: "I have a headache."

Camille was stunned: "Did you take your medication? Why do you have a headache? Is it another fever?"

She said as she got up and walked to him and lifted her hand and touched her forehead, well ...... It's not hot, either.

"Because you're angry."

He wanted to add to the crime.

Camille was helpless: "Carter, you're really childish."

She was ready to walk back to her original position after this sentence, but Carter reached out and pulled her directly into his arms, and her whole body sat down on his lap in a smooth manner.

Camille subconsciously hooked his neck and wrinkled her brow in displeasure, "What are you doing?"

"I'm childish?"

He had one hand on Camille's waist and one hand cupping her chin, his handsome face was bland, but his tone carried a few meaningful tones.

Camille opened her eyes black and white eyes to look at him before moving her eyes away and said faintly, "You are not childish?"

"So tell me, who's not naive, Preston?"

"Why do you always manage to bring others into it? Didn't you say that between us is between us and don't bring others into it?"

"He came to me of his own accord, I didn't force him in."

"Then you can't get away from him in every sentence, can you?"

Her tone was muted.

He was also the one who kept emphasizing that they should leave Eileen out of things between them, so why keep constantly bringing Preston into it now?

Carter Ni looked at her, the hand that was cupping her chin was also rubbing gently, his voice could not be heard emotionally: "So do you want to keep your distance from him or not? I don't like you getting too close to him, and I don't want to see him offering you attention with a purpose, his heart doesn't exist, so it's better to have less interaction with such people."

Camille frowned, feeling very unreasonable, the bottom of the heart is very unhappy, but not wait for her to say anything, the man's handsome face suddenly pressed down towards her, thin lips outlined a few meaningful smile, and then pressed on her lips.

"Well ......"

She was completely gagged without being able to say a single word.

The kiss carried a monstrous fury that seemed to consume Camille whole. She was tied up and unable to move at all, one hand could only grab the T-shirt on his chest and try to pull away from him to make him stop.

But such rejection and resistance can only intensify.

In the end, she simply did not have any sense and strength to refuse, and could only allow him to kiss with impunity.

This long kiss lasted for a long time, until the doorbell rang.

He clasped her chin and rested his forehead against her, his eyes fixed on her, "I really want to make you cry."

Camille pupils dilated, is breathing heavily, his voice is a little low, said: "You let me open, someone knocked on the door."

"There's no rush, wait a little longer."

His voice was low and dark to the point where the implication between his words was deep, and Camille understood instantly, her cheeks subconsciously flushed with heat and scarlet.

At this moment, the air became extraordinarily hot.

The doorbell rang again, Camille could not hold back any longer, and pushed the man away directly while the strength in his hand was not so heavy, and then got up from his arms.

Camille goes to open the door and it's Kian who is outside.

Kian saw Camille and respectfully said, "Ma'am, I've come to deliver the meal."

"Delivering meals?"

Camille was slightly stunned when she noticed that Kian was carrying a delicate insulated carrier in his hand.

Her cheeks blushed slightly, subconsciously thinking about what she had just done with Carter at the table, forgetting to even eat her meal, which hadn't been completely cold, but had always been a while away.

Kian didn't notice Camille's reaction and just explained in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson ordered Darkmoor's meal for me to bring over, shall I take it in?"

He asked in a low voice, worried that it is not very convenient, after all, the door has been open for so long, but the mouth will not say it directly.

Camille hurriedly stepped aside and Carter's voice followed, "Let him bring it in."

Kian walked into the apartment and approached Carter with a carrier: "Mr. Simpson, is it now?"

"Hmm."

Carter's low, faint syllables emanated from between his throat bones.

Kian put the basket on the table and only then noticed the untouched meal on the table and asked, not quite sure, "Mr. Simpson , these dishes?"

"You take it away, do whatever you want with it."

He commanded indifferently.

Kian nodded and prepared to replace it, Camille also rushed over, "Wait."

Kian did not dare to move and subconsciously looked at Carter.

Camille stared at Carter and asked, "What are you doing?"