My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 119

"Not out every day, only twice, and not this late."

"Do you know it's dangerous to go out alone? Don't go there again."

Camille didn't say anything, just took out the contents of the shopping bag and put it in the fridge.

Displeased by this, Carter went straight over and closed the refrigerator, pinning the person against it and wallowing, "Camille, I'm talking to you again, you hear me?"

The refusal of the two men was very, very close together.

Camille was also stunned, just looking up at him, only to see his eyes dark, handsome face with a forcefulness that could not be denied.

"Camille, answer me!"

He is repeating the sentence again.

Camille responded at this point, "Got it."

Then he nudged him.

Does he know it's hot and uncomfortable to be so close, especially since each other's breath can be clearly felt, making her stiff and afraid to move.

But Carter didn't move a muscle, his stiff chest as hard as a wall.

Camille said with some impatience, "Get out of the way."

"You don't want me to touch you?"

His burning eyes stared at her tender red lips, and the emotions under his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Camille was also stunned, gradually felt the change in atmosphere, she knows more about Carter's nature, if she confronted him, it will certainly backfire.

She pursed her lips lightly and responded in a low voice, "No."

"No really?"

"Really."

"Then you watch me answer."

Camille stared helplessly up at him, "I really didn't."

He looked at her and spat out four words lightly, "Then you kiss me."

She froze, her eyes flashing, "Why?"

"What else do you need to let you kiss me for a little bit before you can kiss?"

She slowly pursed her lips, "Is that an order?"

Carter's eyes fluttered and he said lightly, "Is it an order to get you to kiss me?"

"If it's not an order then is it okay if I don't want to kiss?"

"It's an order and you want it?"

He stared at her coldly.

Camille didn't make a sound, maintaining a flat silence.

He reached out and hooked her chin, his words slightly displeased, "Give me a reason."

"....."

Do you need a reason not to want to?

Camille's words were muted: "No reason, just that I don't want to right now."

Carter narrowed his eyes and gave a cold chortle, "Just don't want to now or at all?"

"What's the difference?"

"Okay, if you don't want to kiss, don't kiss, after all, how can you possibly be willing to listen to me now that you don't even listen to your grandfather?"

He started to boil water again to prepare for making tea.

Camille wrinkled her brow, but otherwise had little expression, "So can you let go now and let me go put something in the fridge?"

"You put yours, I didn't disallow you to do so."

"Then you stay away from me."

He didn't move at all and had no intention of letting go and moving away from her.

Camille waited patiently for a minute before saying faintly, "Why don't you move?"

"Camille, you can't behave like this, can you? I didn't force you to kiss me if you didn't want to, and now you can't force me if I don't want to get out of the way either, or do I look like I'm that easy to bully?"

"CARTER!!!" She glared at him with some anger.

"I'm in." Carter responded in a low voice.

Hearing her slightly angry voice shouting his full name, Carter narrowed his eyes, his reserved expression turned low, and his heart jumped as if something had been stirred.

He even rasped his voice: "One more shout."

"Carter, are you bored?"

Camille found him annoying.

Carter hooked his lips and said with a smile, "I haven't done anything and you're annoyed with me? Wouldn't you have to cry if I did something?"

The meaningful flavor of his words was so heavy that Camille's cheeks immediately flushed with heat after a moment's hesitation.

She subconsciously pressed against his chest, but it was almost to no avail.

She wordlessly adjusted her breathing and emotions, then said faintly, "What do you want?"

"I didn't do anything, you don't want to kiss me, am I not allowed to stand here either?"

He smiled warmly and lightly.

Camille also understood completely.

It is true that he did not threaten her with words, but only with actions.

Camille took a deep breath, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him directly on the lips.

Her lips were a little cool, and she was ready to leave after just a sloppy kiss.

But Carter looked at her initiative, eyes narrow and deep, handsome perfect face flooded with warm indifferent emotions, and then directly re-palmed against the customer.

The kiss lasted a long time, until he ended it a second before Camille was about to suffocate.

But he never left, his head buried at her neck, his voice low and dull, "I'm hungry."

It wasn't that she didn't understand his hint, but she pretended not to: "I'll cook you noodles."

"Camille, you know what I'm talking about."

"I don't want to."

"You'll want to."

Then he said nothing more and directly picked the person up across the room and went back to the bedroom.

Camille couldn't resist at all, because the last example was still clearly in her mind, and she couldn't use her physiological period as an excuse to refuse every time, so she could only take the initiative to cater to let him finish faster.

But she was so preoccupied with the baby in her belly that she was completely distracted, which Carter clearly sensed.

He hugged her and asked in a low voice, "Did I touch you and make you feel aggrieved?"

"No."

"Then what is the meaning of this cold face you have now?"

"Probably tired."

"Heh." He cupped her chin and whispered, "You're tired without doing anything?"

"I've been working too much lately, and I'm feeling a little tired."

"Just like that?"

"Hmm."

Carter didn't know if he believed it or not, but the strength of his hold on her wasn't as heavy as it had just been.

It was nearly zero o'clock when this interaction came to an end.

Camille was too tired to move and lay on her side, her hands subconsciously clutching her abdomen. Carter pulled the covers over her and asked in a low voice, "Shall I carry you to the shower?"

"I don't want to right now."

Carter didn't push it, then lifted the covers and got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Camille waited for him to go to the shower before reaching for her phone, she sent a message to Irene and then briefly asked.

Because she has little bottom, not very comfortable.

Irene replied, "Normal is fine."

She was then slightly relieved, then deleted the conversation and put down her phone.

She had little strength and just closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After a sleepless night, Camille woke up early the next day.

Looking out the window with the sun shining, she got up and washed her shower and hair, then went back to warm up milk and order some snacks and small dishes suitable for breakfast.

After doing so, she went back to her bedroom.

Because she had to go to the office today, she had to bring the design inspiration she had thought of at home in the past two days to the office, she pulled open the drawer by the bed and took out her notebook from it.

Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the ball of paper that had been pulled out along with the notebook, and she frowned slightly as she picked it up and prepared to throw it in the trash, but her fingertips felt something.

She opened it directly, and after seeing what was inside her eyes stuttered slightly and her gaze gradually turned cold.