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My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 672

Chapter 672 Crippled

Camille pursed her lips tightly, the expression on her face could already be described as impatient.

She said indifferently, "After you are discharged from the hospital, let Kian tell the maids at home to take good care of you."

The implication of this was self-evident: she didn't want to take care of him after he was out of the hospital.

The expression on Ayan's face immediately sank. Because he was holding her from behind, Camille could not see his expression, but she didn't have to think about it before she knew that he must have had some displeasure when he heard those words, but Camille had no intention of stopping.

She continued, "I don't think you really want me to take care of you, and I'm not a professional, so I'm still rusty on a lot of things. And the company is in a slump for a while, so I may have to start getting busy too."

After she finished her words, the man behind her didn't respond. And only after a long time did she hear the man's gloomy voice, "Since when did you want to say these words to me?"

When?

On impulse.

Because she hadn't thought about it before, just because his demeanor just now was so difficult and made her feel so tired.

Camille did not say anything. Ayan would not stop there, his tight grip slightly loosened, and then turned her whole body over.

The two eyes locked, the man's expression with a forced look: "Afraid that I will continue to pester you, so you hurry to give me a precautionary shot in advance?"

The questioning words made her look as indifferent as ice, and she looked at him without much temperature: "If that's what you think, then forget it! Anyway, don't you believe anything I say?"

Camille really didn't understand why she was always getting into trouble for just one or two words.

How can he always be more than he needs to be?

Just now it was the same. It was he who first started it. How did it end up being her fault?

Camille frowned slightly, her expression a little cold.

The two just stared at each other, and the atmosphere was followed by silence.

After a while, Camille turned her eyes and tried to turn around to continue organizing her things, but she had just turned around again when she was pulled directly into Ayan's arms, and his chilling fingers cupped her chin and lowered her head and kissed her.

Camille's eyes were wide open, and she just looked at his handsome face close to hers. It was overflowed with scour.

She frowned and waited until he had kissed her enough, and the hand that was holding her was withdrawn, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Her action made Ayan's eyes slightly narrowed. He looked at her without much emotion. The two didn't speak any more.

Kian came back from the hospital. He took his things to the car and then brought the wheelchair to push Ayan downstairs.

But Ayan didn't sit down and just said indifferently, "I'm not crippled yet."

His tone was not good. Kian immediately understood. He was in a bad mood.

Kian gave up the wheelchair, then held out his hand for Ayan to use as a crutch and left the ward.

Camille did not want to ride in the same elevator with him, so she deliberately delayed until he came downstairs and then took his belongings downstairs.

When she came down to the hospital underground garage, Ayan was already in the car sitting in the back seat.

After she got in, Kian looked back at the two people in the back seat, neither of whom he could afford to offend.

Kian asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, back to Hanyama Mansion or the Simpson's mansion?"

Camille did not say anything, leaving this answer to Ayan.

He looked expressionlessly out the window, and did not immediately respond to Kian's inquiry. Kian also dare not continue to ask questions, could only keep quiet waiting. The atmosphere in the car was also quiet.

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