My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 112

Camille gave a slight pause and looked at him with a subconscious frown, the case of the shower still clearly in her mind, so she refused without thinking: "I'll call Kian for you to come over."

After saying that, she immediately reached for her phone, but the next moment she saw Carter lift his hand to rip off the buttons of his shirt.

One fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, and the clothes followed by him to remove.

Camille a sweep of his lean body, muscle lines clear and even body without reservation in the air, handsome face is still with water droplets, not to mention how sexy.

Although these two words are mostly used to describe girls with beautiful bodies, Camille thinks they are the right words to describe Carter at this moment.

She coughed lightly and hastily averted her eyes; she seriously suspected Carter was doing it on purpose.

His cold body lay under the warm blanket, then found a fairly comfortable position and fell asleep.

Camille sighed and turned on the heat again, then this followed and lay down on the side.

They have been married for a year almost all sleep in one bed, the things that should be done a lot have been done, so at the moment there is no need to be pretentious to the sofa will be.

But Camille soon regretted it, because Carter took her directly into his arms when she was about to fall asleep, and held her tightly without any intention of letting go.

Camille waited for his breathing to settle and then removed the hand from her waist, but it was only a few seconds before he came back up and hugged her hard.

The low, husky man's voice was domineering: "Don't move ....."

Camille subconsciously froze, is he sober?

It was three hours after I woke up from this nap, and at eight o'clock, Camille's alarm went off.

She had to go to the construction site today, so she did not need to go over to the company can be a little later, but the man next to her did not move at all, still sleeping.

Camille whispered, "Carter?"

Carter rolled over and didn't respond.

Camille reached out to push him, but her fingertips just touched his shoulder when she felt something wrong.

He's hot.

Rolling hot.

Camille wrinkled her nose and immediately woke him up, but Carter murmured, somewhat dazedly, "Stop it, huh?"

Camille got out of bed and immediately grabbed a thermometer from the small medicine cabinet she had just prepared to take his temperature, which Irene had asked her to keep on hand for emergencies.

The five-minute wait was a bit long, but Camille already suspected he might have a fever.

Five minutes later, the temperature needle showed thirty-nine degrees one.

Camille's face was slightly grave even said, "Carter, you get up, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital."

Carter was dead set against it: "I'll just take a nap."

He felt heavy-headed, probably because he hadn't had a cold for too long, so he was unusually fierce, muddled and weak, and just wanted to lie down and sleep.

Camille couldn't shout at him, and couldn't bear to keep arguing with him, and there was an indescribable taste in her heart.

In any case, she left him in the bathtub last night, the heart is always a bit sorry.

She had to choose to use the delivery software to purchase the medicine to reduce fever, and then rushed to boil some porridge later to give him to eat.

While waiting for the medicine to be delivered to her door, she called Yessica: "I don't have time to go over there in the morning, you're busy with other things at the office, I'll call you when I'm free in the afternoon."

The phone hung up and the medicine was delivered.

Camille first got Carter up to take his medication and then served him porridge. Since there were no clothes for him over here, she just ordered two more very ordinary T-shirts by the way, but they instantly looked taller on him.

After taking the medication Carter was slightly refreshed and Camille asked, "You'd better go to the hospital, right?"

Carter soaked in the water for several hours resulting in high fever, the head is too chaotic, the amount of thinking power is not, just faint Ni Camille said, "I do not want to go to the hospital."