My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 84

Camille was also silent for a long time after the phone call, until Ayan went back to the bedroom, then she collected her emotions.

The hospital side, Preston took the medicine out of the hospital, a handsome face is not half warm, the brow is also wrapped in cold.

After getting into the car, the assistant asked in a low voice, "Mr. Walker, should I take you home now?"

"Hmm."

He mumbled faintly, got in the car and closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat and made no more noise.

All the way back to his apartment not far from the office in silence, he threw the medicine aside, then did not mean to take it, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

His ears were filled with Camille's words of disassociation, and it was impossible to say that he didn't feel anything.

It wasn't the first day he learned how sensible Camille's earthly sobriety was, and it was because she knew so thoroughly what she wanted and didn't want that he was moved.

So even if she makes it clear, his mind probably can't be changed.

Otherwise, it would not have been so many years.

He laughed helplessly to himself and murmured lowly, "Camille , you're really hard on me."

Preston came out of the bathroom after showering and putting on his bathrobe, then he saw the woman who came in at some point in the living room sitting on the couch playing with her phone.

He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows face is not very good, low asked: "Why you suddenly came over? Didn't I tell you not to look for me during the recent period? Do you know that he has already started to notice?"

The woman's face is beautiful, her voice is also gentle like water, she whispered: "I know, I spared several roads before coming over, no one will find out, just don't worry."

His face then had a little relaxed, but still instructed: "Even if no one will find out, do not take it lightly, not to mention any fluke, if found, all our preparations are in vain, understand?"

"Well, I know, I will pay careful attention next time, how do you have a wound on your face? Where did it come from?"

When the woman saw this, she got up and walked towards Preston, her eyes watching with concern.

Preston just said lightly, "It's okay."

"Don't you even trust me?"

"Had a little argument with Ayan."

"Why?"

She asked excitedly.

Before Preston could say anything, the woman added, "Because of Camille?"

Preston frowned and said, "It's not about her."

"How can it not be about her? What else would make you fight with Ayan but her? I don't understand. What is it about Camille that appeals to you? Why do we have to delay our purpose because of her? Couldn't she have come along with ......."

"That's enough." Preston snapped, "I told you, what we're going to do has nothing to do with Camille, and as far as what I'm doing with her has nothing to do with what we're going to do, if you won't even listen to me, then what's the point of us going on?"

His face was indifferent, and an attitude that could not be denied surfaced under his eyes, and the woman could only eventually concur, "I know, I will do as you say."

"Well, it's getting late, you go back first, and you don't have to come to me on purpose if there's nothing important in the future, okay?"

"Well, I'll go first, then."

"Drive safely."

Preston walked the woman to the door and watched her enter the elevator before closing the door.

But he seemed not quite at ease, and sent another text message instructing the woman, "Remember my words, do not come to me on your own initiative again, I will contact you if something happens, hmm?"