My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 701

Chapter 701 Trap

"Well, I'm drunk, what should I do?" His voice was low, as if he was spooning for care.

Camille immediately frowned: "Your foot injury is not yet fully healed, do not drink so much wine, you need to drink you can let Kian help you block a ah!"

Camille whispered her instructions and Kian, who was on his way to find Sophia, sneezed heavily, not realizing that he was a tool to hold back the drinks from this moment on.

Ayan also obeyed very obedient, Camille said so, he did so the next day, the reason: "foot injury has not healed, the family last night severe criticism not to drink more, or I can not return to this Hance City, I hope you will bear with me, I tea instead of wine."

This splash of dog food sprinkled the crowd has nothing to say, and finally we all do not drink all up tea.

Of course, all this is an afterthought.

Hearing Camille's reminder and concern, the corners of his mouth subconsciously lifted into a light smile, and his voice was low and mute: "Are you being so mean to me now?"

"I'm not being mean? I'm talking to you properly, do you think I'm mean?"

"I don't think it's mean, on the contrary, I like it, that's like a wife to her husband, so will you keep talking about me some more?"

"Are you crazy?" What kind of person rushes to have someone scold him?

Ayan, however, echoed, "Yeah, I'm crazy, I'm crazy about you, I haven't seen you in two days, don't you miss me?"

"I don't want to." Camille didn't want it as much as he did, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile lightly as she said, "It's only been two days, what's there to think about."

"Really?" He asked in a low voice, and Camille hmmed before hearing him say, "It's true, the people who care the most take on the most."

Camille did not speak, nor was she going to answer his words, this man was getting poorer lately.

The atmosphere also followed the quiet, the man's breathing from the phone receiver clearly to her ears, she slightly pursed her lips, asked in a shallow voice: "How did you get things done this time to Dane City?"

Camille had never asked him too much about his work, but at the moment there seemed to be nothing else to talk about, and she didn't want to keep the atmosphere quiet, nor did she want to end the call so soon, so she wanted to continue talking.

Ayan told the truth about the situation he was facing, and Camille heard a slight dilemma in his answer and asked, "So are you sure about this?"

"Are you asking if I can take it?" Ayan hooked his lips and smiled lightly, his words revealed a joke, he said, "Want to bet with me?"

"What's the bet?"

"Bet on whether I can take the land this time?" He asked, "Want to bet with me?"

Camille pursed her lips slightly: "Don't you mean you're sure of it when you say that? So why do I still want to bet with you?"

"I think I'd be more motivated with you, so how about a little motivation?" He continues to tug at Camille trying to bring her into his trap.

She said, "I'm willing to give you motivation, but I don't want to bet against you, because I'm sure you can take it."

"If you believe in me so much, why won't you even give me some reward?" He asked in a low, mute voice.

Camille whispers, "What reward do you want?"

"If I successfully take this plot of land, you will allow me to formally pursue you when I return, okay?" His deep eyes just stared at the woman on the phone screen for an instant, the thickness under his eyes was like splashing a layer of thick ink, dark and heavy.

His low voice repeatedly echoed in Camille's ears, and the face close at hand made her lost in thought, and she was silent for a while not knowing what to say?

He likewise did not speak, and just looked at him, with a gentle gaze, without the slightest hint of coercion.

He was waiting for her to give an answer.