My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 126

It's underneath the Camille Corporation building.

He turned off the engine and stopped at the side of the road, his dark, deep eyes were staring at the entrance of the building for a moment, somewhat fascinated.

At this time, a familiar figure came out of the building, her face was overflowing with joyful smiles, and even though she didn't know what she was saying to the man beside her, she could clearly feel how happy she was at the moment.

Carter's pupils snapped shut, the hand on the steering wheel subconsciously tightened, then picked up the phone and dialed a number out.

He watched with his own eyes as she took out her phone and the smile on her face came to an abrupt halt before her voice came to his ears, "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

He asked indifferently.

"Just got off work and ready to go to dinner, what can I do for you?" She spoke in a light tone, hardly hearing any too much ripple or emotion.

This made Carter let out a cold laugh.

He verbally questioned, "Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Carter, that's not what I meant."

She lightly pursed her lips in a low response, her eyebrows are also tightly wrinkled face very serious.

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with indifferent words, "You're going to eat by yourself?"

"No."

"With whom?"

He continued to press the issue.

Camille paused briefly before responding in a low voice, "A colleague from the company."

Carter chortled coldly and asked again, "Just a colleague?"

"Hmm."

"Camille, are you suddenly insisting on a divorce just because you want to make it work for me and Eileen or for yourself and Preston?"

Camille was slightly stunned, and the expression on her face turned cold as she lightly pursed her lips and responded calmly, "Carter, what do you mean by these words? I've explained to you many times, I don't know why you always ......"

"Since you have nothing to do with Preston, who is the man standing next to you now?"

Carter smiled, but the bottom of his eyes did not have any smile, all bitter sarcasm, a pair of ghostly cold without the slightest temperature eyes seem to be caught in the broken ice.

Camille subconsciously swept around and finally landed her eyes on the black car on the side of the road, she wrinkled her brows and said faintly, "I'm not wrong, am I? He is indeed also my colleague."

"Camille, you're trying to be reasonable with me, you know I don't want to see you get too close to him, but you won't listen, you're willing to go against me for him?"

"I'm not trying to antagonize you, we're just going to have dinner after work."

"Just? Then tell me what else you want to do?" Carter had a face like the calm of a wind about to break out in the wee hours of the morning.

Camille was so helpless, she really didn't know what to say to Carter to understand, just answered him to have dinner with colleagues is actually also thought, if directly said Preston's name, he probably will be very upset, but she did not expect him to be here.

When did you get here?

Camille's eyes were slightly narrowed, and Preston beside her noticed her face was slightly stiff, and also followed her line of sight to see the black Mercedes parked not far away, he did not change his face, his voice softly and gently said: "Cami, finished calling? I've already booked a restaurant seat, I'll drive over?"

Camille gave a low muffled sound, and then after watching Preston walk in the direction of the parking lot, she then faintly said to Carter: "Carter, if my saying that Preston is my colleague makes you think that I am deliberately drilling the words, then I admit that I do not want you to know that I am having dinner with him, because of your distrust of me, and I didn't want to get into an argument with you over just a small, ordinary thing."

She is straightforward and frank without any idea of shirking or muddling through. Since she said and did it, she admits it, but she doesn't think she did it wrong.

She bit her lower lip, her voice particularly warm and cold: "So you don't think how are we going to continue to go on without even the most basic trust between us?"

The cold woman's voice made Carter's thin lips rise slightly to outline a colder arc, he frowned, and his words were warm: "I don't think these can be an excuse for divorce, but are you sure you want to keep talking to me like this? You now immediately walk over this matter I choose to believe you."

Camille laughed helplessly.

She said, "Carter, you still don't know where the problem between us really arises? It's not something that can be completely solved by me walking over and getting into your car, it's the mistrust we have in each other's hearts, and even if we pass today, what can we do after?"

"So you're not going to come over and get in my car and go to dinner with Preston?"

"I didn't know you were coming over, but I had an appointment with him a long time ago, so I didn't want to let it go."

"Camille!" the man's voice was low with a cool undertone, "You want me to be angry that badly?"

"If you are angry because of such a small thing, then there is really no way I don't know what to do to make it better."

As Camille's words fell, Preston pulled up in front of her in his car, and through the window, he said in a soft voice, "Cami, get in."

She nodded, then her eyes also subconsciously looked at the black Mercedes on the side of the road, Preston's words he must have heard as well, so she simply said, "I'm going to go ahead and eat, if there's nothing else, then I'll hang up."

Then there was no sound from there.

Camille frowned, before hitting hang up.

She got into Preston's passenger seat and the two drove themselves past Carter's eyes, the car seemingly going a little faster than usual.

In the car, Preston swept Camille the same afterimage, then asked in a low voice, "Cami, is Carter here to see you about something?"

"It's okay, I want to divorce him, but he won't do it anymore."

Camille's eyes look out the car window dazed, the mouth of the voice low murmur warm light can not hear any emotion.

Preston, however, was very shocked.

Camille loves Carter and he knows it best, so he didn't expect Camille to initiate the divorce.

So the current situation is that Carter is not willing to let go?

Preston narrowed his eyes and tried without moving: "Cami, why did you divorce him? Now that he has taken the initiative to disclose your relationship, if you still have him in your heart, this should be good news for you, what do you think in your heart?"

Camille didn't pick up on it right away, just mentally mumbled Preston's question over and over again.

In fact, Carter publicized the relationship she was really less happy than shocked because she never thought it would be possible, and when it happened, she was more than surprised.

She lightly pursed her lips, her words were light: "Maybe I want more and more, but what I want most he is not willing to give me."

Camille still hasn't told Preston about her pregnancy.

She doesn't know why?

Probably didn't want to give him too much trouble.

From that day on, Carter did not reach out to Camille again.

But the two are not completely absent from each other, because for work reasons she and Preston and Mr. Moss and other people will eat at the Simpson Group used to socialize at the restaurant, Carter sometimes also happens to have an appointment with a client, and then just meet in the hall or at the door.

But two or three times in a row he acted as if he didn't see it, not even an afterglow was ever given.

Even Mr. Moss and others realized that there might be some conflict between these two?

Just the boss's business, they do not dare to ask, but also just pretend that nothing found the same.

It went on like this for several times, and suddenly on this day something happened.

Early in the morning, Preston's phone call came in and he said anxiously, "Cami, it's not good, Simpson Group broke off the partnership with us."

Camille's eyes widened incredulously, "Why?"