My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 - Perfunctory

Ayan did not say anything, but only slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, that look as if he wanted to beat her up.

Camille laughed, "What for? Does that make you angry?"

Camille really does not know where he gets so much anger from day to day?

This person is not a balloon, I'm afraid?

A stomach full of anger.

Ayan grunted lightly and asked rhetorically with an unhappy face, "Expect me to be jealous very much?"

Camille glanced at her mouth and imitated his tone, "I hope you'll just eat?"

Ayan eyebrows like, lightly snorted, clutching her hand strength also subconsciously tightened, he said: "You are now more and more afraid of me ah!"

"I wasn't afraid of you in the first place."

"So it was all pretend before?"

"Yes yo!"

She nodded her head, her playful look made Ayan laugh out loud, subconsciously pulling people directly into his arms, Camille subconsciously clutching his clothes, in the small elevator, the two were so close to each other, and the temperature was gradually rising.

He looked down at the person in his arms and his voice was low: "Why don't you continue to pretend now? Is it because you also have a slight liking for me, so you are willing to show your true face to me?"

He loosened his grip on her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, and his warm breath fell on her cheek as if it were nothing, making her whole body freeze and not dare to move.

His gaze just stared at her, with a compelling aura so that she had no way to retreat, and his voice was hoarse to the extreme: "Answer me, is it because you are also so slightly moved by me?"

Camille's eyelashes fluttered and she met his eyes faintly. What would he do if he knew that she had been attracted to him from early on?

Camille could not imagine his reaction, just lightly pursed his lips and said, "To answer you, you are not afraid that I am perfunctory to coax you?"

Ayan gently wrinkled his eyebrows: "So what kind of answer are you going to perfunctorily coax me with?"

He was totally determined to crack her open and ask for the answer he wanted to hear.

Confronted with him, Camille has always felt very brain-damaged, the slightest inattention will be trapped by him.

Camille pursed her lips slightly, before her words could be spoken, the elevator doors opened at that moment.

At the sound of the elevator doors opening, Camille breathed a silent sigh of relief because she was really kind of at a loss for an answer?

Tell the truth?

She didn't want to tell him what was on her mind, because Ayan would be proud and would use the reason of liking him to pinch her from time to time.

Camille struggled to get out of his arms, but Ayan had no intention of letting go.

She said, "Here it is."

He did not say anything, deep eyes not a moment to look at her, after two or three seconds this release to take her hand again and walk out of the elevator.

Back at the house where Ayan was staying, Camille heard him take the initiative and ask, "Dinner with Preston tonight?"

Camille faintly stared, her eyes sizing him up, "It's not dinner with him, it's dinner with everyone on this project."

She had to correct it, or the man should pick his words again.

He gave her a look, "Didn't even notice my car was parked on the side of the road after dinner?"

Camille was completely frozen.

Her eyes widened, "You're in?"

He didn't answer, but a pair of deep eyes looked askance at her without much emotion, and his face was flooded with the aggravation of being ignored as he asked, "What was going through your mind at that moment? I didn't even notice that my car was parked in such an obvious place, and I'm afraid that even Preston had to pay more attention to me than you did."

Camille laughed: "I really wasn't paying attention, why didn't you tell me? "