My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 120

Camille clutched it in her hand without moving and put it in her pocket, then left the bedroom with the notebook and took it to the foyer and put it in her bag.

After that, she did not change her face without any emotion, but the bottom of her eyes were clearly floating with coldness.

She waited quietly for Carter to get up, then the two sat face to face at the table for breakfast.

Carter did not move to look at her, thin lips lightly open faintly said: "You are up early? Why don't you get some sleep?"

"I have to go to the office later."

"Not tired? Then let's rest for a few days before we go."

"Don't you have to go to the office?" Camille didn't respond, but asked rhetorically.

Carter frowned slightly, "Kian is coming to pick me up later, I have a dinner party this afternoon."

"Well, good." Camille finished the last sip of milk, then drew a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth before raising her eyes to Carter: "Then I'll help you pack your clothes, and you can take them with you later."

Carter's face was instantly cold, and then the glass of milk in his hand was put down, and he stared at her for a moment and asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"There's no point, it's just that you don't have a fever anymore, do you want to stay on? Nothing is complete here and it's small, so I think you'd be more comfortable going back to Hanyama Manson."

"So you're kicking me out?"

"I can't help it if that's what you want to think."

Without any euphemism or mitigation, she just echoed what he was saying.

Carter's gaze was low and cold, his thin lips slightly upturned to hook a cold smile, indifferently said, "Camille, you really look like a scum girl, last night did not satisfy you, so you want to drive me away early this morning?"

Camille frowned, eyelids gently trembled, how this person can be involved in everything to those things that can not be described in words?

She kept her composure, her cheeks rolling a little, her voice low, "No, you're overthinking it."

"It better not be, or there will be consequences." He verbally threatened, then got up and left the table.

Camille followed suit and she said, "Carter, you might as well move back in, I already said we need to calm down."

"Just move it, you move it back with me."

"I don't want it."

"Camille, you need to calm down I gave you a few days to calm down, but I'm telling you I have no intention of continuing the separation, so you either move back in with me or you buy this place and live here."

His handsome face was flushed with displeasure, his profile taut with the feeling that it would fall apart in the next second.

Camille took a deep breath as she said, somewhat breathlessly, "Carter, don't you think it's awkward for us to live together now?"

"So you've been feeling awkward for the past two days? So all the acting and reacting you did was pretend to be fake?"

The man questioned sternly, and Camille pursed her lips in silence.

Carter again, "Camille, speak up, is that what you think?"

Camille pursed her lips lightly, her heart flashed with hesitation, but when she raised her eyes she was calm and cold as she said, "Yes, I feel uncomfortable, so can you move out?"

"Camille, try saying that again!"

Camille fluttered her eyelashes, then fished the ball of paper she found in the drawer out of her pocket and opened it on the table top as she spoke coldly, "How many times do I have to say that answer, because I don't think you're staying here in this way because you want to continue this marriage with me, aren't you playing me like a monkey?"

Carter swept his eyes down to see what she had placed on the table, a flash of embarrassment under his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by composure.

He said lightly, "And because of that, you're going to let me move out?"

"Isn't that enough? Is it that you don't think it's important?"

But it's the details that she cares about.