My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 165

Camille frowned, said with her warm and cold face: "In what capacity are you questioning me?"

"Heh, Camille , are you trying to tell me you're his wife? But now you see if he has you in his sights? If I were you, since I can't control my husband then I should vacate my position before it's too late."

"To make room for you?" Camille said coldly, "I'd like to, but only if he gives you the rights to sit in my position, right?"

"You ........ What do you have to be proud of, now you still have to put up with him making out with someone else!!!"

"Eileen , don't you feel bad for saying that? He would rather make out with someone else than look at you more, don't you know what it is?"

Camille left Eileen speechless with a few words.

Camille didn't want to waste any more time with her, so she cut the call off right after she said that.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her face was cold, ten minutes had passed since she came out, she hesitated for a moment, then still walked back to the private room .

Camille pushed open the door of the private room and walked in. The two people who were supposed to be eating at the table were gone, and she subconsciously turned around to see Ayan kicking the door and walking towards her with a grim face.

He looked at her with an indifferent expression, and his eyes were filled with an unpleasant indifference: "You've been gone for so long that you don't want to come back again?"

"What am I doing standing here now if I don't want to come back?"

"Well, Camille , that's your attitude when you talk to me now, isn't it?"

"Ayan , I don't understand what you mean."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted her chin, narrowed his long and deep eyes, and said with a smile, "You always look like you don't care about anything, you can't tolerate anyone in your eyes, but you are willing to go out of your way to find Sienna, so for Sienna, your friend, you are willing to do anything, right?"

She was stunned for a moment before she said, somewhat bewildered, "I already said that Sienna is my best friend."

"So more important than anyone else?"

He questioned with a light grunt.

Camille pursed her lips slightly, "I don't know what you're referring to?"

"Heh, Camille , don't you forget that you and I aren't divorced yet." His indifferent reminder caused Camille to subconsciously frown.

Camille followed his words and asked lightly, "Ayan, are you trying to say that I'm not doing my job as a wife?"

Ayan does not speak.

That's the default.

She smiled lightly: "But the ones who have dealings with them know you, and if I say no you will listen? You will not, so why should I do what bores you?"

"So you don't say anything to keep me from getting bored? Generous enough that you'd take it even in bed? Or would you be willing to let you deliver a T to me personally?"

His words are harsh, as with a sharp hostility zap the hearts of vaguely painful.

When Camille was silent, his hand on the chin increased in strength and he said sternly, "Speak, Camille, answer me, is that what you think?"

"If you think it is then it is."

Camille stared blankly, feeling like her jaw would be crushed by him at any moment, but she didn't flinch.

Ayan said, "I think it's right, right? So am I right in thinking that you don't want to see Sienna at all?"

"Ayan , aren't we talking about us now, why do we have to involve Sienna again ?"

She was slightly more emotional.

"Why? Why do you think?" He stared at her with a chill in his eyes, "Because I hate this attitude of yours, so if you want to get Sienna out of the way sooner than later, put away this look of yours that bores me."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, but the coldness and indifference under his eyes has not decreased at all.

Ayan didn't stay, turned around and walked out of the booth and left.