My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 113

"I'm going to stay here for a few days until my fever clears up."

He said it with a straight face.

"Carter, so you're not going to ask me what I want to do? You're just going to decide whether I agree or not?"

See, he still does.

Camille felt both helpless and tired.

Carter said, "Camille, I'm still running a fever and you're going to let me go back to live alone? Who's going to find out if I get a fever in the middle of the night and I'm unconscious? Or do you think it doesn't matter if I have a life-threatening infection? If that's the case then I'll leave right away. I know I'm disturbing your calmness now, so I'll go back to live at the Simpson's manson, and grandpa won't blame you if he knows why."

"That's enough." Camille had no choice but to drink to stop him from going on, just couldn't listen anymore.

It's just a fever, how can it be a life-threatening infection?

Besides, how is Hanyama Manson the only one?

There is still Kit and some maids at home.

Forget it, she did not want to continue to say anything, let him go, who let him is in the apartment she rented fever.

Camille picked up her phone and turned around to go back to her room, so she didn't even notice that at the moment she turned around, the corners of the man's thin lips hooked up in a shallow smile of triumph, the arc is very shallow and shallow, if you don't look closely you won't even notice.

Kian quickly sent over clothes and computers, and was sent away by Carter without even entering the door.

He hogged the couch in the living room to work, and Camille didn't bother him, changing her clothes before getting ready to go out: "I'm going to go to the construction site, you remember to take your medication."

Carter wrinkled his brow with a few moments of displeasure, "You left me here alone?"

"So I'll take you back to Hanyama Manson? Or have Kian come over and keep you company?"

Her words were indifferent without much expression.

Carter didn't say another word with a sullen face, then watched her out the door.

Camille does not know how to become such with Carter, originally intended to be their temporary separation for a period of time, and after he cooled down will be willing to divorce, after all, Eileen is not waiting for him to marry it?

But now that he's at the door and refuses to leave, she's really getting confused about what his heart is thinking.

Will he really move out if he doesn't have a fever anymore?

Camille shook her head thinking about the headache, she drove to the construction site, the progress is fast, the exterior of the office building has been perfected, the next is the interior layout.

Camille surveyed all the details of the site and the loopholes that would appear, and this was so busy that she lost track of time until 6:30 pm.

Mr. Moss said, "Let's have dinner together?"

She looked at the time on her phone, then said, "You guys eat, I have other things to do."

"Then I won't keep you, or Mr. Simpson will screw me over."

Mr. Moss half-joked, since knowing that Camille is Carter's wife his boss's wife, Mr. Moss heart is also a little afraid, after all, he had messed up the love birds, but fortunately Camille does not care about these, what to do or what to do.

Camille wasn't going to cook tonight and went straight to Darkmoor to pack a meal.

It was 7:30 when she got back to her apartment. It was dark outside and the house was dim, with no lights on.

Camille turned on the lights and swept around, the living room was empty, the heart was also instantly empty, if not to see his shoes still lying in the foyer, she would have thought he had left.

Camille put down the meal and pushed open the bedroom door, she caught a glimpse of the figure rumbling on the bed, she turned on the bedroom wall light and walked over to the bed and whispered, "Carter? Get up and eat."

Carter's brow was furrowed, a handsome face looked very pale, Camille reached out and touched him, and the fever was back.

She rushed to wake the man up and then put him on antipyretic medicine.

Camille said, "Why don't I go with you to the hospital?"

"No need."

"You repeatedly fever will really cause infection, go to the hospital to see a hanging injection can be faster."

"Do you not want to take care of me? Want me desperately out of your sight?"

He frowned, his voice was hoarse to the extreme, his tone sounded a few aggrieved murmurs, the pair of deep eyes do not know if it was an illusion, Camille always felt with a hint of red.