My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 172

Camille's expression is faint, and there is little emotion under her eyes.

Especially when she realized she was lying in a hospital bed, her hands under the covers were subconsciously clenched tightly. She looked at Ayan and tried to see the reaction and ripples on his face, but she found that the man had always hidden very deeply, so it was impossible to see through.

Ayan lifted her up and sat her down, his voice still gentle: "Kian has gone to prepare food for you, are you hungry?"

She wrinkled her brow and looked at him faintly.

Looking at each other, Ayan asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Camille's eyelashes fluttered and he reacted as if he didn't know anything.

Don't you really know?

Camille pursed her lips and then heard Ayan ask lightly, "Camille, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Camille's heart cackled, and already had a vague answer.

It seems to know everything.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked her that.

It's just not what she wanted to say.

Because hiding it from him was not just a whim, nor did she choose to hide it in order to be angry with him, it was just that she had seriously thought that she could not afford the consequences and the cost of the decision Ayan would make if she knew she was pregnant.

But at this moment, Camille listened to his questioning and knew it was impossible to avoid or deny it.

But before Camille could respond, Ayan asked again, "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" Camille, I'm the baby's father, and that's not fair to me.

Camille pursed her lips, her eyes slightly vacant and silent.

Ayan, we've been going through a divorce since Eileen woke up, so how do you think I'm going to tell you? Kidnap you with a child? Would you be willing to give up you and Eileen because of a child?"

The mistrust and sarcasm in Camille's words made Ayan's brow tighten, his deep eyes fixed on her for a moment, and the atmosphere between them became silent and heavy.

Camille's emotions are slowly being ignited, and she can't be quiet as long as she thinks about Eileen's words.

She said indifferently: "Do you want me to tell you that I want me to give the baby to you and Eileen to raise? But my child, why should I give it to someone else? So what's the point of telling you?"

Ayan's eyebrows deepened and the intensity under his eyes grew darker and deeper: "So that's what you thought in your heart all along? And then because of your own thoughts you deprived me of the right to know that the child existed?"

Camille's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Ayan, his face warm and light, but his face slightly lowered and serious.

He said lightly, "Camille , believe it or not, I have to tell you that I never wanted you to have a child for Eileen to raise, even though we were going to divorce each other in the beginning, but I never had that idea or thought."

She was silent.

A voice in the bottom of my heart is also silently asking: "Is it true what he said? Did he really never think that way? So it was really Eileen who was lying?"

Although she never really believed what Eileen said, it must be said that she was still influenced by it.

Camille did not react, and even the atmosphere in the ward was quiet.

The silence was as if you could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, the man's low voice rang out again, "Camille , I promise you, there will never be a possibility of that happening."

Camille didn't say anything, and Kian knocked on the door of the ward at that moment.

Kian packed the chicken soup and Ayan opened the bowl for her and watched her sip it down.

But Camille's appetite is not very good, so she only drank half a bowl before she couldn't drink any more.

She shook her head, "I'm full."

Ayan gazed at her, his dark eyes gentle, "Is that a cat-like stomach you have?"