My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677 - Mad with anger

Camille stared blankly into the dark eyes and froze for a moment.

Without waiting for her to make any reaction, her entire body had been directly pulled over by the man and held down on the sofa. Her subconscious thought was the injury on his foot, if not personally heard the doctor say how serious his injuries were, she would think he was not injured at all.

Camille wrinkled her brow, her face flushed with anger: "You're crazy!"

"Yes, I am mad, about to be mad at you." His voice was low, and the dense kisses fell with his words, not giving Camille any chance to react at all, not even the slightest chance to make a sound.

The kiss was a little dangerous because he had been drinking and it was late at night.

Even if his feet were inconvenient, a man's strength is far higher than a woman's at all times, so Camille had no way to resist.

She was almost clutched by shoulders directly to his arms. His hands clasped the back of her head despite her pushing him away. His heavy kiss fell down, and then everything after that was so natural. A raspy sound of him echoed throughout the living room. Everything was clearly telling Camille, what exactly was happening at this moment.

In the end, Camille was so tired that she could not open her eyes, and naturally did not have the strength to struggle. Everything went with him.

After it was over the sky outside had turned white. He looked at the woman sleeping beside him, reached out to straighten her hair scattered over the cheeks, deep eyes slightly narrowed, the bottom of the eyes shining with a dark light.

He stared at her for a long time, and he couldn't help but think about the divorce. If Camille knew that there was no divorce between them at all, what would she do?

He wasn't completely sure, because their relationship was now much better, but it wasn't enough to counteract the estrangement in her heart.

So he did not dare to tell the truth.

Helplessly sighing, gently cupping her chin, the corners of his thin lips could not help but flush a faint smile.

Because he held her back to the bedroom, his feet suffered some vague pain at the moment. Ayan sprayed and took the medicine, and then sent a message to Kian, telling him that he didn't need to come tomorrow morning, but also instructed the housemaid not to come over, in case Camille would feel embarrassed. Then he cuddled her and rested.

It was after nine in the morning when Camille opened her eyes again.

She opened her eyes to see a handsome face close to her, the man's high nose, closed eyes, long eyelashes inviting her to reach out and touch. At the moment, he was not aggressive. She did not want to take her eyes off him.

His hands were still on Camille's waist, holding her tightly around him, and everything from last night flashed through her mind, so why couldn't she just lose her memory?

Camille's cheeks burned slightly, pursed her lips, and then slowed down a little to get out of his arms, picking up clothes from the bedroom all the way out of the living room on bare feet.

Camille got dressed and rushed away from the place without even washing up.

She thought she was being careful not to disturb Ayan, but what she didn't know was that the next second after she left the bedroom, the man lying in the bed had opened his eyes.

It was just that he was afraid she would be shy, which was why he didn't call her.

Her desperate flight made Ayan so helpless that he wanted to catch her and ask, "You're so shy even though we have a child?"

If he asks, she'll probably get mad again, right?

Ayan helplessly smiled. After hearing the sound of the door closing outside, he then turned around. The medicine did not help with the ache in his feet. It might be his movements.

So he didn't go back to sleep and just dialed Kian's number.

Ayan asked Kian to come and pick him up. He had to go to the hospital or Camille would find out and he could never touch her again.

So after Kian arrived, the first thing Ayan asked was, "Is Camille's car still downstairs?"

Kian recalled before shaking his head, "It doesn't seem to be there."