My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 174

Sienna subconsciously frowned and asked, "The boy?"

"The child is mine, and I certainly wouldn't hurt my child for any reason."

Camille's words made Sienna's heart creak.

Camille didn't notice the slight stiffness that flashed across her face, but just continued what she hadn't finished: "He doesn't love me, much less suddenly like me because of the baby, and even if there is something like a liking but only because of the baby's presence, I'm not stupid enough to think that's love."

"The fact that it took me a year to attract him only means that day-to-day love will not come between us at all."

Camille's sanity and sobriety also allowed Sienna to have a clear understanding and decision on certain matters in her mind.

She gave a light smile and nodded in agreement, "You're right, we Cami are still the same proud girl who won't let anyone change her bottom line."

"I suspect you're mocking me, but I have no proof."

Camille is also hooked into a smile, although she will not change her view of love because of anyone, but it does not prevent her from loving her children.

Because these are two different things.

Camille had an early breakfast and then the doctor came to check her out and everything was fine, the baby was healthy.

From the ultrasound, Ayan saw the baby in her belly for the first time.

His eyes with tenderness, a momentary gaze, the bottom of the eye is all the hidden tenderness.

Camille was also slightly disoriented when she noticed the scene.

He should be quite fond of children, right?

The bottom of the heart also inexplicably spreads some indefinable hesitation and confusion.

After the checkup, Camille was able to be discharged.

Kian had already driven the car and was waiting at the door. Ayan pulled open the backseat door and gestured for Camille to get in, but she looked at Sienna and asked indifferently, "Are you coming back with me or do you have other plans?"

Sienna hesitated for a moment, then responded, "Go back first, I'll be there in half an hour at the latest."

"Good." Camille doesn't ask what she's going to do, takes one look at her and Rex and gets in the car.

Ayan and Rex exchanged glances, then followed suit in the back seat.

Kian drove away from the hospital, Ayan's voice slowly sounded: "You do not have to worry about Sienna, Rex knows the importance, this time, he will not do it again."

"I'm not worried."

She responded lightly, her eyes fixed on the window.

Kian saw through the rearview mirror that the two were not interacting with each other, he hesitated for a few seconds before asking in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, ma'am, are you going straight back to Residence 7?"

"Take me back to my apartment first." Camille responded immediately, without the slightest hint of concession or negotiation, saying lightly, "I miss my grandmother.

Ayan's face was expressionless and sullen, and his deep eyes were fixed on her, but she kept looking out of the window wondering what she was thinking?

There was no seam in her excuse to argue with, which certainly told him again that she wasn't going to move back.

Ayan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Listen to her."

Kian could only do as he was told, but the atmosphere in the car was more than a touch gloomy compared to the simple silence just now.

Obviously they were all the same without speaking, but that slightly depressing atmosphere could not be ignored.

When we got back to the apartment building, Camille pushed open the car door first and then said to Ayan, "I'll just go up by myself, you go do your own thing."

She gave a light smile, so light that there was hardly any extra curvature.

Ayan tightly wrinkled his eyebrows, a handsome face expressionless, deep eyes stared at her faintly: "So you are going to put me in the cold again?"

Camille froze.

She said, "I just think you can't follow me all the time, I'm just pregnant, not to mention it's past the first trimester, I'm moving freely now everything is fine, so you don't need to worry."

And it's not her first day of pregnancy, it's been nearly four months and every day has been like this. She doesn't want to feel like she has to be careful and pay attention to a lot of things when she's pregnant, as long as she can do the same as before without hurting the baby.

But Camille's words rang a little harsh in Ayan's ears, as he missed learning of her pregnancy by more than three months.

So there were times before the first three months when she had mobility problems or wasn't doing well?

Ayan frowned, his face a little gloomy, but finally said faintly, "I'll watch you go upstairs before you leave."

Camille didn't refuse, just nodded and then turned around and went into the apartment building.

In the car, Ayan spoke indifferently: "Go to the office."

Kian nodded his head and stepped on the gas.

Ayan's voice followed, "When will Grandpa be released from the hospital?"

"Callum is supposed to be tomorrow morning, physically fine, just because Fletcher insisted that Callum stay an extra day."

"Well, tomorrow you're going to pick up Grandpa from the hospital and bring my mom here to Camille."

Kian was slightly stunned, but didn't ask any more questions, just nodded in response.

Not long after Ayan left, Rex pulled up under the apartment building in his car.

Sienna said lightly, "Now that we have talked, we will meet as friends in the future."

That's just a euphemism.

Both of them know it in their hearts.

But Rex still gave a low "hmm" in response.

Sienna pushed open the car door, then went straight down without any stopping.

Standing by the car, she smiled faintly, "Bye!"

Rex turned his head to look at her, then stepped on the gas and drove off as she watched.

Sienna's gaze did not leave with the car, but the faint smile on her face faded to nothing as she turned and entered the apartment.

When Sienna entered the house, Camille had also just come from her grandmother's side.

The two looked at each other, Camille did not intend to ask anything, Sienna said: "I'm going to go back to Flento City in a couple of days, I've been busy with a lot of orders lately."

"Yes, it's hard for you, a person juggling the studio to earn me milk money."

"You're welcome."

Sienna responded with a grimace, but Camille smiled lightly.

She said, "If you really want to cry you can cry a little, and I won't laugh at you anyway."

"Thanks, I don't need it."

"Then don't put on this face and make me think you're ungrateful."

Sienna didn't say anything, just stared out the window with vacant eyes and stared.

Camille and Sienna never make a special effort to comfort each other's emotions, but only give each other space to think things through and come out on their own.

In the afternoon, Camille went to the office.

She had been on strike for two days, and although it did not affect the progress of the construction, she still did not want to develop such a bad habit.

When she returned to the office, Camille put together the necessary drawings and sent Yessica to the Simpson Group for Ayan's review, while she drove to the construction site herself.

After the start of this project, she has been on site more in the early stage, after entering the right track especially after the restart of the project this is the first time to come.

Mr. Moss took her on a tour around the building, and Camille was proud to see the result of her own design turn into the current high-rise.

But there is still a big step from the real completion, especially each step can not have any mistakes and mistakes, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

At this point, Camille suddenly asked, "Do you have a backup of all the materials and steel used so far so that we can check them later?"

Mr. Moss nodded: "All of them, and all of them were kept as a backup as you instructed."

"Good, but not only to backup, but also to control whether all the materials are qualified, so you still have to work hard."

"You're welcome, it's all I should do." Mr. Moss admires Camille. Although she is young, she is very detailed and careful in explaining the details.

Camille was busy on this side of the site until late in the evening.

But she had just walked to the parking place when she saw a familiar figure.

She froze, then lifted her foot and walked over, "Ayan , what are you doing here?"