My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 Confrontation

His eyes were staring at Camille for an instant, the thick under his eyes as splashed with a layer of thick ink like dark and deep, his voice was low and husky as if compelling the sound of the piano made her briefly silent.

The former is him, and the latter is also him.

However, there is a big difference between the two.

Camille pursed her lips tightly, and the expression on her face became increasingly blank and low, Ayan said, "If it's the former I don't want you to have too much contact with any woman of the opposite sex coming and going, because it's a man's selfishness towards the woman he likes, but that doesn't solve anything, I'm clear that what you need is an independent individual, so I can't keep you captive in My circle, I can give you advice and decisions only Mr. Simpson identity distinguished from the most objective and rational answer."

He is a businessman, a businessman is impossible to let himself do things that lose money, no matter when and where, profit is always the first.

Because he has to think not only about himself, but also about the company behind him and the millions of employees.

Camille lowered her eyes and responded in a low voice, "I know what you mean."

She just subconsciously thought that she did not want to have contact with Preston, and moreover did not want to owe him any more, because she owed Preston quite a lot, and she felt that there was no way to pay back, plus now this kind of awkward getting together made her feel that it was more appropriate to have less contact.

She said, "Will you be upset if I respond to this cooperation and have more contact with him in the future?"

"Do you care if I'm angry or happy?" He asked in a low voice.

Camille frowned, "You answer me first."

"It might, but I can control it because I know you're in it for the job."

"Hmm."

"So now is it your turn to answer my question?" He had a big intention of not resting until he asked the answer.

Camille looked at him lightly, this time not avoiding his direct gaze or the question, but saying quite frankly, "Well, I care."

Ayan was also slightly stunned, did not expect her to be so direct, but the next second the corners of his mouth overflowed with an extremely deep arc of smile, he said, "I'm very happy."

He reached out and took the person into his arms and hugged them gently, his voice remained gentle, "Don't have any worries, this project is worth your effort, since you have to do it, do it well, as for the rest there is me in it."

Camille gently nodded her head, the original boredom also because Ayan's enlightenment gradually dispersed, but in the place she could not see, Ayan's original gentle gaze also followed the emergence of a touch of coldness.

Preston went to a lot of trouble to get Camille to join the project, from his point of view should not be trying to use Camille against him, he is a little conflicted, on the one hand, hope that Preston is against him so that Camille as now so racked, because this is at least only use not sincere, but then Preston will also be to The first is that he wants to use Camille because he wants to deal with him, so he's just using her and not being sincere, but then Preston will also have no heart for Camille and will do nothing to hurt Camille, but having a heart makes him feel bad.

But he did not reveal half of his thoughts to Camille.

He was still thinking about how to place Camille, at least not let her be involved and hurt in any way because of himself, now Preston has taken the initiative to arrange it for him, then he and Camille both gladly accept.

After all, who would refuse a benefit delivered to their door?

After calming Camille's mind, the two of them had dinner together and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Ayan said to Camille, "Not going down tonight?"

Camille was tense, but still pretended to be calm and said, "I still have things to do, I need to talk to Yessica about tonight, I'll go first, you rest early."

Then without looking back darted away, as if walking a little slower to be left behind by him.

Looking at her back, Ayan also smiled helplessly.