My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 116

Camille's face was expressionless and her tone was several shades lighter: "Some things don't change when they've already happened."

"You want to get away too?"

"Well, there's that idea."

Camille didn't hide it, but she didn't say much either.

She can say a lot to Albert, but only she can't say too much to Preston, because Preston's heart for her is not as simple as a mere friend, but she can't be with Preston, so she won't give a chance.

It was already 12:00 when Preston made dinner.

He didn't stay to eat: "Mr. Simpson will be upset if I stay here, and it will affect the relationship between the two of you, and I don't want to make it difficult for you."

Camille frowned, "It's okay, he's just messing with me because I'm making him uncomfortable with a fever."

Preston simply said, "I also happen to have an appointment nearby, and it's just about the right time to go over there."

He insisted on not eating and leaving, and Camille didn't push him after he stopped.

After seeing him to the door, she instructed, "Preston, next time don't come over for groceries, I'll do all the cooking, you're already busy enough dealing with so many things at the company every day."

Preston was slightly stunned, Camille's words of euphemism for rejection he was not unable to hear.

He nodded lightly: "Okay, I know, you should drink some soup while it's hot, you've lost weight recently."

After seeing Preston enter the elevator, Camille closed the door.

Looking at the meal on the table, Camille just sighed silently, then walked to the kitchen to reheat the millet porridge that had been boiled in the morning.

Only after doing so did she knock on the bedroom door.

"Carter, it's lunchtime."

"You eat with Preston, don't worry about me, even if I still have a fever and haven't even eaten breakfast, it doesn't matter, I'll go out and disturb your meal with Preston instead, and I'll accidentally drive him out, so why do you need to come and call me?"

The man's light, cold voice made Camille smile.

Is he Master Tuancha himself?

Camille said lightly: "Then I will not call you? I'll eat by myself?"

"How can you be eating by yourself when Preston is not cooking for you personally?"

"He's gone, so I have to eat by myself?"

She couldn't help but hook her lips into a smile, then also no more words directly turned around and went back to the table and sat down.

She had just picked up her chopsticks when Carter came out.

She looked at him without moving and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He indifferently swept a glance at the meal on the table, and finally said with cold words, "I won't just eat meals made at someone's door."

Camille had obviously guessed it, so she made a point of warming up the porridge for him and then preparing the small dishes for him.

Carter had no intention of moving his chopsticks, though, and simply looked to Camille: "I have a headache."

Camille was stunned: "Did you take your medication? Why do you have a headache? Is it another fever?"

She said as she got up and walked to him and lifted her hand and touched her forehead, well ...... It's not hot, either.

"Because you're angry."

He wanted to add to the crime.

Camille was helpless: "Carter, you're really childish."

She was ready to walk back to her original position after this sentence, but Carter reached out and pulled her directly into his arms, and her whole body sat down on his lap in a smooth manner.

Camille subconsciously hooked his neck and wrinkled her brow in displeasure, "What are you doing?"

"I'm childish?"

He had one hand on Camille's waist and one hand cupping her chin, his handsome face was bland, but his tone carried a few meaningful tones.