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My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 85

"Mrs. Simpson, I'm the boss."

Well, he's the boss and the boss is the biggest.

He suddenly asked, "Let's eat out today, what do you want to eat?"

"Why do you want to eat out?"

"Tired of eating home cooked food." He dropped a sentence lightly, and the cooks far away in Hanyama Manson all sneezed in unison, a little chill running down their backs.

The two eventually went for Thai cuisine, and Camille recently fell in love with tom yum soup, the more sour the better.

Just brought up she drank a bowl full, and then the other dishes are not interested in the slightest, but this pot of soup is deep in her heart.

Ayan frowned slightly, "Is it that good?"

"Try it, it's sour and spicy, it tastes great."

Camille said she picked up the spoon and was about to put it in her mouth, but before she could reach her mouth her wrist was suddenly gripped by Ayan and the soup that was supposed to go to her mouth went straight to his.

He drank directly from her spoon.

Camille stared at him in a daze, but he did not have the slightest difference, his eyebrows slightly frowned, said lightly: "Well, very sour, but very sweet."

Sweet?

This soup is sweet?

Camille looked at him with a bewildered expression, is he okay?

But soon afterwards they reacted to what he meant by sweet, and their cheeks suddenly flushed, and the hot feeling made her eyes dazed and dull as they stared at him unblinking.

Camille pursed her lips and lowered her head, the soup seemed impossible to continue.

He just held the wrist and his fingertips left under the temperature, obviously the two have long been honest with each other, what intimate things have been done, but such an atmosphere will still feel a heart thumping feeling.

Noticing her pause, Ayan asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you eating?"

She whispered, "Satiated ......"

"So soon? I thought you said this soup was good?" He curled his lips into a smile and said lightly, "Camille , you're not shy, are you?"

She frowned slightly, her eyes averted from continuing to look at him, "I'm not."

Ayan nodded in agreement, "Well, you didn't, I was the one who was shy, huh?"

Camille simply stopped talking, every time she could not say anything to him in the matter of fighting, many times the experience has led her to a conclusion, can not say when shut up is the biggest winner.

After dinner, it was already after 8:00 pm when we returned to Hanyama Manson.

Camille went to her room first to finish her shower while Ayan sat on the soft leather couch in her bedroom reading a book.

The cell phone she had placed on the coffee table suddenly rang at that moment.

She walked over and picked up the phone, it was an unfamiliar number, she picked it up directly in front of Ayan: "Hello?"

"Guess who I am?"

The gentle man's voice with extreme magnetism is extra clear in the quiet bedroom.

Camille subconsciously looked at Ayan on the sofa, he was also looking at her, four eyes looked at each other, she moved away first, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, light voice to the person on the other end of the phone: "I do not guess, I know who you are."

"Heard it so quickly?"

"Of course, your voice is so recognizable, why did you suddenly think to call me?"

Her eyes looked out of the window, but the afterglow always felt an uncomfortable sight that kept staring at her.

She simply turned around and walked towards the balcony, without the eyes of the tiger staring at her, the whole person is relaxed and comfortable.

The person on the other end of the phone said with a smile, "Missed you and was going to look for you."

"Looking for me? You're so socially scared you're willing to leave your house just to see me? I think you're lying to me, but I have no proof."

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