My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 - Insane

After Jordan asked, Gracelynn just smiled gently: "Of course I didn't mean anything. I just think she is very nice."

Jordan didn't say another word, just reached over and supported Gracelynn to stand up from her chair and took her to the doctor's office.

Camille had also come out of the elevator. The name of Jordan repeatedly sound in her mind. It was familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

As she walked, she thought about it. And as she was about to reach the door of the ward where Ayan was staying, she suddenly remembered it.

It was two days ago in the restaurant, when Ayan and a few of them chatted about Jordan of the Bailey family in Hance City, the eldest son whose younger brother had taken all the limelight and in the Bailey family, he didn't have any say.

The outside world talked about Jordan as being very poor as if he lived a miserable life in the Bailey family, but she felt Jordan was fine.

Because he was very good to Gracelynn, and Gracelynn was also caring for her son and seemed to be very proud of him, so it was not like that she only loved the second son, right?

The more Camille thought about it, the more confused she became. Subconsciously there was a question arising from her heart.

If she had a second child besides Timmy, would she be biased?

After this thought popped up, she didn't think of an answer, but realized that she was being ridiculous. And she immediately let go, not allowing herself to think any more. If Ayan knew what she just thought about, he would definitely laugh at her and even think that she had started to accept him.

She immediately stopped and shook her head violently to try to shake the thought out of her head. Her action fell into the eyes of Kian, who was coming out of the ward. Seeing this, Kian was also frozen for a moment, not knowing whether to continue going out or to pretend not to see her and go back to the ward?

Ayan also noticed Kian's movement and asked in a emotionless voice, "What are you doing?"

Kian paused, turned back to Ayan and responded in a low voice, "Mrs. Simpson is here, but something might be wrong with her."

Ayan's brow furrowed slightly in confusion as he asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Kian: "I 'm not sure. Mrs. Simpson was walking and then suddenly stopped and shook her head. I wonder if she thought of anything unhappy."

Ayan didn't see it, so he could only imagine Camille shaking her head from Kian's description, before saying steadily, "Now that she's come, you can go too."

Kian immediately understood that he was driving people away, and that he was an eyesore.

Originally he was also going to leave, only because he did not want to embarrass Camille. It seemed that his decision was a mistake, and that he should not have stayed a second longer.

As Kian left the ward again, Camille was just walking to the door.

Seeing Kian, she said, "Are you leaving?"

Kian nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson."

Had he not left without stopping, Mr. Simpson would have got out of his bed and thrown him out the window.

Kian didn't dare to stay a second longer, and after saying goodbye to Camille, he immediately lifted his feet and walked away.

Camille was slightly surprised by his reaction and walked into the room and casually closed the door behind her, asking Ayan curiously, "What's wrong with Kian?"

"I don't know. Maybe he thought you were here, and staying a second longer would disturb us, so he wanted to leave as soon as possible!"

His gaze was gentle, quite different his cold stare at Kian just now. At this moment, his eyes were so tender that they could drip like water.

As for his words, Camille also looked at him in doubt and said nothing.

She carried the bento box to the bed and placed it on top of a small table, then she heard Ayan ask, "Don't you believe me?"

She glanced at him and said indifferently, "I don't believe you." It was not a big deal, so it didn't matter if she believed it or not.

Camille opened the box. The bento box had its own small bowl and spoon. She put the soup in the small bowl and handed it to Ayan. "I made the soup. You can have a try."

Ayan looked at her with tender eyes and reached out to take the soup. He took some with a spoon. The fragrance came to his nose. The taste of soup was very light and did not cover the aroma of the ingredients in any way. He took another sip and responded with a serious look, "Pretty nice."

"Really?"

"Well, it was my comment from the heart."

He spoke seriously and did not give the impression of being perfunctory at all.

Camille said, "Then you have more. There's more here."

"Good." He responded in a low voice and finished the small bowl of soup quickly. Camille poured him another bowl. His movements were elegant but neat, that was, each move was done in a manly manner, yet no one felt he was too rude.