My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 634

Chapter 634 - The Vortex

Ayan knocked on Camille's door with the porridge and sat face to face at the table. He offered to open the box for her and said in a gentle voice, "Eat."

It's seafood congee and a few small dishes.

But there was only one serving, but the portion was enough for two people.

Camille: "You eat some, too."

"You eat first."

"No, I'll get a bowl." She got up and walked to the kitchen and got a bowl, then poured out a large portion and pushed it in front of him.

Ayan also stopped excusing himself, then he picked up a spoon and started eating.

His movements were not fast or slow, his demeanor was elegant, and the air of reserve was extraordinarily evident in his body.

He ate quickly, and when he was done he sat in his chair and stared at Camille, the whole time quiet and without any conversation.

After eating the porridge, the time has also passed more than half an hour, the two eyes look at each other, Ayan took the initiative to speak: "Have you thought about it?"

"Hmm?"

Camille frowned slightly, her eyes staring at him lightly.

Ayan said, "Tonight."

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and sighed silently before saying faintly, "You asked me if he was Preston, right?"

"Hmm."

"I don't know if he is, but I can't deny that he does give me a very familiar feeling."

"Would you believe me if I said he was Preston?"

Ayan asked in a low voice.

Camille looked up at him, looking slightly silent, and only after a few seconds did she say faintly, "Do you expect me to believe that?"

"Sure."

Ayan did not hide his inner thoughts.

Camille didn't expect him to be so direct either. Didn't he think it would be better to be euphemistic?

But he's always been like that, so he's used to it.

She also thought seriously in the back of her mind, would she believe that this man was Benjamin tonight because of Ayan?

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart.

But she didn't want to say it, pursed her lips slightly and said in a low tone, "Can I not tell you my answer?"

Ayan raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to talk about it."

"Yes, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

Ayan didn't give her a hard time, and got up with her when she finished: "Get some rest early, I'll go first."

Camille gave a low hmph, then carried the lunch box she just ate porridge in to send him to the door, and only after seeing him go out did she reach out and hand over the things in her hand, "Throw the trash by the way!"

Ayan wrinkled his brow, but reached out to take the garbage bag in her hand.

Probably she was the only one who could command him like that, right?

Camille naturally did not notice the change in his expression, her cheeks floating with a light faint smile: "Thank you!"

After saying that, she waited for him to get into the elevator and close the door, but he stood motionless at the door, as if he had no intention of leaving.

Camille stared blankly and batted her eyelashes gently, "What's wrong?"

Ayan stared at her with a good-natured look, "Is that all?"

"What?"

"Well ...."