My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 111

Camille's face is slightly light no longer speak, but directly up and ready to go back to the room, as for him to do what he likes.

But Camille just got up before she could take a step and was directly pulled by the wrist, and he murmured, "Camille we are husband and wife, and here is my half."

Helpless, Camille said, "Carter, can you be reasonable? I rented this place with my own money."

"Camille, do you hate me so much? Why is there such a rush to have to get a divorce?"

His voice was low and husky.

Camille was slightly stunned the whole person stood there motionless, her heart also creaked as something rattled some indescribable feelings.

How could she possibly hate him?

It is because of the fear that you will not be able to do the annoying, so choose only the most suitable time to leave just.

Why won't he let go?

He was the one who said he wanted a divorce in the first place.

Camille pursed her lips tightly, controlling her inner emotions.

Her silence caused Carter to yank the person directly into his arms with force.

When she realized it, she could only subconsciously put out her other hand to protect her abdomen, and then struggled, "Carter, what do you want from me?"

He wrapped his arms around her hard and refused to let go, one is especially strong when drunk, Camille struggled and finally gave up.

Carter asked lightly, "Answer me, do you hate me?"

"No."

"You cheat."

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." Her words were flat.

Carter added, "Are you going to ignore me even if I'm unconscious, Camille, you're so cruel, I'm your husband and you let someone else take me away, what? You don't even want to take care of me anymore?"

He was a bit speechless and said whatever came to mind.

But just don't let go.

Camille was so helpless that she said, "Let go of me while I make you some sober soup."

"I don't believe you."

Leaving Camille silent again.

In fact, he is also right, she does not drink, and just moved here not many days, there is really no sobriety soup ingredients.

The two were frozen in this way, Carter had been unwilling to let go, holding her with such force that she suspected her waist was bruised.

To be on the safe side, Camille spoke lightly, "Carter, what in the world do you have to do to let go of me, it's late, I have to work tomorrow, you need to rest too, what do we have to wait for you to sober up, okay?"

Carter didn't speak, but his breathing echoed in her ears, and the warm spray of breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Camille tries to keep her distance from him, but he steps closer so she has no way back.

After a long time, he murmured in a low voice, "I want to take a bath, you put water on for me to take a bath."

Camille pursed her lips slightly without moving, but he kept pestering, she really did not want to continue to toss, and finally could only nod and agree.

But Carter didn't let go of her, clasping her hand between his fingers, and then still let her lead him to the bathroom.

Camille turns on the shower and fills the tub with water, places the shower gel and clean towels within his reach, and then turns back to the person next to him.

He was also staring at her, his handsome face with short black hair, overflowing with a misty tenderness, he was good-looking, revealing well-defined lines from his features to his contours.