My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 117

"Didn't do anything, just changed a few dishes."

He said it in a light-hearted way.

Camille frowned: "Carter, is it a bit too much to just change a few dishes? If you don't want to touch it you can eat the millet porridge, but don't waste other people's good intentions can you?"

"No one invited him to do it, he came uninvited, I've given you face by indulging you to invite him in, now you think I'll allow you to eat his cooking?"

"But I'm not allowed to eat it already, too."

"Just eat it."

When Carter finished, he passed a look directly to Kian, signaling him to move faster.

Kian looked at Camille cautiously, and then hurriedly changed the plate into the basket with it.

Kian did not stay much longer to hurry up and leave.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet and stagnant, but it was limited to Camille alone, but Carter did not change his face without any emotion, just looked at her lightly: "Eat, or it will get cold."

Camille narrowed her eyes and her words were indifferent: "I'm not hungry anymore, you can eat by yourself."

Then she turned directly back to the bedroom, not forgetting to close the door and unlock it.

She really had never found Carter to be so unreasonable and could even commit such childish acts as replacing dishes.

Not to mention the fact that Kian, a high achiever, would be too big for the job of delivering food, but the mere fact that he thinks like this is only for children.

Camille was really feeling angry, after all, the cooking took more than an hour and was just wasted.

She felt that Carter was disrespecting her.

But then she thought of the baby in her belly, she also immediately stopped herself from continuing to get angry, and kept taking deep breaths to adjust her emotions and mood.

The heart is even more silently saying: "Baby, do you see? This is your childish daddy."

After that, Camille stayed in her bedroom and didn't come out.

Carter was still recovering from his fever, so he didn't have much of an appetite, and just ate some porridge and some veggies before he put down his bowl.

He looked at the closed door of the bedroom, his handsome face was warm and cold, and a thick indifference flashed under his eyes.

Is that how much she likes Preston's cooking?

Carter then stayed in the living room, where he worked on many tasks on his computer.

He looked at the time, put down his computer and got up and walked to the bedroom door, lifted his bony hand and knocked, then said, "Camille, open the door."

No response inside.

He added, "Camille, if you don't open it again I'll just kick it open."

Still no sound.

He frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Camille, I haven't taken my medication, open the door and let me get it, hmm?"

He knocked again in succession, and then the door was suddenly pulled open.

Camille's cold face did not look at him, swept past him and walked directly to the living room outside.

Carter's eyebrows moved slightly as he took her wrist, his eyes seemingly laced with crushed ice: "So you're having a tantrum with me now because you're not allowed to eat Preston's cooking?"

Camille twisted her head to look at him, she calmly returned: "I did not say so, if you want to think so I can not change your mind, after all, the heart is yours, I can not sit in the main control can not."

He laughed coldly.

There was no smile in those deep eyes, all of them were bitterly sarcastic: "Camille, so now you're telling me that you admit you're messing with me because of him? What? You want to divorce me to accept his love?"

Camille looked at him coldly and incredulously: "Carter, do you know what you're talking about? We have been married for a year I have never crossed the line of marriage, I will not climb the wall within marriage, but since you do not love me, do not care who I am friends with what my circle is like, do not you think you are really no fun through this?"

Carter's face looked like the calm on the eve of a storm: "So you're saying you don't want to distance yourself from him and you won't draw the line?"

Camille doesn't say anything, so it's considered a tacit agreement.

The atmosphere between the two also became cold, and he even warned in a cold voice: "Camille, listen carefully, if he dares to come to you again, and you dare to meet alone again, I will definitely tell him to get out of Hance City!"

At the end of the sentence, Carter had turned around and gone back to the bedroom.

Camille froze in stunned silence.

She is really depressed, why he and Eileen close to each other he does not feel any wrong, but she can not.

First Preston, then Albert.

He was all that overbearing, not allowing them to come and go too much, even asking to keep their distance.

Can't you even have a friend of the opposite sex because you're married?

Camille took a deep breath as she leaned back on the couch and stared out the window.

I don't know how long it took, but the cell phone sitting on the coffee table suddenly rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly as she picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Camille, what's the point of this?"

Eileen's stern questioning voice rang in her ears.

She wrinkled her brow, not even going to answer the phone if she knew it was Eileen.

She asked indifferently, "Do you want something?"

"Are you hiding Carter? Do you think Carter will fall in love with you just because you forbid him to contact me? I'm telling you Camille, you're delusional!"

"You're sick?"

Camille's face was cold, her words austere, and a clear arc under her eyes.

Eileen was also very emotional: "Didn't you move out of Hanyama Manson? If you've moved out, why are you still pestering Carter? Camille, he doesn't love you, and he can't love you, he wants to marry me."

"Does it matter to you? You'd better mind your own business, don't you forget, what is your status now?"

How could she dare to provoke her again and again with an identity that cannot see the light of day?

Camille hung up the phone straight away.

Eileen's whole body was bad, with a chill under her eyes and a stern gaze, "Camille, I will make you look good."

Eileen has been on a downward spiral lately, because Albert is not willing to write enough for her, and the time for the release of new songs is getting closer and closer, she now has no choice but to find some niche lyricists with little fame, so she is ridiculed by many people in the circle.

She puts all the blame on Camille, believing that everything is caused by Camille, and hates Camille very much in her heart.

But naturally her mind Camille does not know and has no interest in.

Camille isn't surprised that Eileen knows she's moved out, except that she has some unspeakable emotions when Eileen says she's lusting after her.

Is that what Carter had in mind?

She lightly pursed her lips and fell into deep thought, the dullness under her eyes sank more and more, until a layer of mist covered nothing could be seen.

For dinner, it was still Kian who brought over the food.

She didn't even have time to cook and Kian delivered early.

The two ate their meal quietly, no one spoke.

After dinner, Carter went to work and looked as if he had nothing more to do, so he should be fine, right?

Since it's better, it should be moving soon, right?

But she did not take the initiative to ask, to save him from being displeased again, she is not willing to quarrel now, and does not want to be affected by the argument.

Camille stayed alone to rest for a while, looking at the early morning outside, she went to her room and changed into a casual sports style suit and a pair of comfortable shoes, then grabbed her phone and got ready to go out.

She didn't initiate the conversation with Carter, of course, except that as she was about to pull the door open to get out, a hand was one step ahead of her and held it against the door.

Carter frowned and asked coldly, "Where are you going? Running away from home because you're not happy with what I said?"