My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 115

Preston's eyebrows are furrowed, a handsome man is all dumbfounded, lowered eyes are shocked and unbelievable.

Looking at his face changing expression, Carter narrowed his eyes, low cold voice issued from the throat bone: "Mr. Walker brought these things we also do not need, and now it is not convenient to invite you in, then take your time and do not send off."

After saying that, he directly intended to close the door, but Preston subconsciously put his foot against the door and then voiced out, "Cami ..... Are you there?"

His voice was loud enough that Camille naturally heard it.

Camille at first thought it was a hallucination, because the hood was open and did not hear the movement outside, and now after hearing it came out.

She saw Carter about to close the door and Preston with his foot against the crack, and she asked out loud with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"

Carter stood motionless, and Preston took advantage of the moment to push the door open.

He said in a low voice: "Cami, I know you moved out to live a little uneasy, specially bought some of your favorite dishes to come over to cook you a meal."

Camille hurriedly reached for his hand: "You don't have to go to such trouble, I have everything here."

"You have is yours, but I buy it or not is my business, things are a little heavy I can carry, where is the kitchen? "

Camille pointed out that Preston was already striding toward the kitchen with his things.

Carter was still standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, his mood revealing indifferent displeasure: "Camille, you let him in with open arms in front of me?

"Preston is a friend of mine, isn't that something you already know? Should a friend be turned away when he comes as a guest?"

Carter's face was getting ugly, and his body was emitting a chilling coldness.

He was silent.

Camille is also lightly pursed lips some do not know what to say?

The atmosphere was quiet for so two or three seconds.

"Cami, is there a pot for soup?" Preston's voice came out of the kitchen.

Camille looked at Carter, and then this hurried to the kitchen.

Watching her back fade away, eventually side by side with Preston in the kitchen, the eyes of the man who had not moved from his spot deepened.

That handsome handsome Yan indifferent and cold, because of the fever, the face is a little pale, the eyes are also distributed within the blood, is the reason for not sleeping well.

He stared coldly at the two in the kitchen, his eyes covered with coldness, especially at Camille's face still flushed with an annoying and piercing smile, and finally he could not control it any longer.

Carter slammed the door hard and straight behind him, then struck out for the kitchen, grabbing Camille's hand and leading her in the direction of the bedroom.

Camille struggled subconsciously, but Carter held on tightly until the bedroom door closed and he held her against the back of the door, staring at her expressionlessly, "Get him out of here, I don't want to see him."

The burning breath along with the man's low voice fell in her ears, at first listen, even with a few supplications in it.

His hands are even pinching her waist to prevent her from hiding.

Camille tilted her face up, looked at the handsome face close at hand, and said lightly, "That's rude."

"So to be polite you have to make me angry too?"

Camille frowned and wondered how the two conflicted.