My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 130

The time was after eleven o'clock.

His handsome face reveals the coldness of mid-autumn, and the coolness radiating around him is clear for Camille to feel.

Looking at each other with four eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked indifferently, "What? Now I'm not even allowed to enter the door?"

Camille likewise said lightly, "It's getting late, you should go back to bed early!"

"So really, you're not going to let me in? Camille, don't forget, we're still married."

"Carter, you told me this morning that you didn't really want to have too much to do with me, much less want to keep seeing me, are you now going to refute what you said?"

"Camille, I'll ask you again, am I not allowed in?"

Carter stood pensively at the door, his voice cold and hostile full of anger, the color of the bottom of his eyes obscure and cold, like the deepest part of the sea where the sun does not shine, the surface of the wind and waves are calm without any difference, but in fact the depths have long been dark surge flow.

Camille looked at him lightly, "If I don't let you, will you have to get my company out of Hance City first thing in the morning?"

"How come? You have grandpa and my parents as your backers behind you, so what can I do to you?"

His words sneer with a sneer, then not slow faintly said: "But I have no way to take you, but others are not sure."

Carter didn't end up going inside the apartment, just gave her a meaningful look before turning into the elevator and leaving.

The air was still lingering with the scent he left behind, Camille stood there mute and motionless, she had been constantly guessing what he meant by this statement?

But Camille understood that if Carter could say it, he would do it.

Is he blaming her for not going to the old Simpson?

But she can't help it, she can suffer herself, but only because she can't drag others down ah.

Camille doesn't think she's done anything wrong.

This night, she did not sleep well.

The next morning, Camille woke up early.

The phone also rang at that moment.

"Preston, what's wrong?"

"You and Carter are divorced?"

Preston asked in a low voice, with a vague sense of anticipation.

Camille didn't notice, all her thoughts lingered on his words, and she asked back with a wrinkled brow, "Preston, what do you mean by that?"

"I saw the news on the Internet that someone said you and Carter are separated and already divorced, and now it's all over the news."

Camille then immediately opened the computer to look online, the news was released early this morning, but so far there is no response from Carter's side.

So was that what he was hinting at last night?

Camille's face was slightly light, without much expression, "Don't pay attention to these rumors."

"Uh, yeah, I know." Preston responded in a low voice, then asked, "Cami, are you okay?"

"I'm pretty good."

"I'm a little worried about you, if you're in a bad mood you don't have to come to the office today, right?"

"No, you hold steady on the Fumiko Estate side, I already went to Grandpa last night, I think he will talk to Carter, even if we get kicked out, but the Fumiko Estate can't be dragged down by me."

Camille digresses from the topic.

Preston said: "You always think of others in this way, although Fumiko Estate is also a victim, but we also do not want this matter to become this way, right? We are also innocent, why do we have to put the blame on us?"

"Okay, don't say that, I know you're doing it because you're worried about me, but I don't want to be ashamed of anyone anyway."

But for her, it is her principle to ask for what she wants.