My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 95

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes with a warning, his whole face overflowing with a reserved indifference.

Camille looked up at him and said flatly, "Not yet."

"Did you really not get around to it or did you not want to tell Albert you were married?"

"Ayan, what Albert said wasn't wrong. Even if I told him about our relationship, isn't it right for him to say that I don't have a boyfriend? You're not my boyfriend."

"And who am I?"

"O husband."

The husband who doesn't love her, the husband who is about to divorce, the husband who loves someone else.

But either way for the moment they still have a certificate, so they are still married.

Camille's answer was natural and seemed to please Ayan, with a faint smile between her eyebrows: "Then go tell Albert about your relationship with me now, and tell him about the dinner as well."

"This is not the right time to talk about it."

"What do you mean it's not a good fit? Camille, are you trying to coax me into telling Albert that you weren't going to tell him that you were spoiled, by who? Him?"

His words are lightly provoked, and the smile between his eyebrows is covered by cold displeasure, and a pair of deep eyes as gloomy as ancient Tan are also staring straight at her.

Ayan's emotional reaction is a bit overwhelming and Camille is slightly frozen.

He added, "Answer me, what do you really mean?"

"I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that don't you think it's not a good time to talk about it in someone else's place?"

Camille dropped her eyes and stopped looking at him.

"What's wrong with that? It's just one sentence, it just depends on whether you want it or not."

He narrowed his eyes, his mild and indifferent face revealed a cold hostility, directly raised his hand to pinch her waist to mention her upwards on the sink, such a height had to make the two eyes stare at each other.

Camille pursed her lips and said with a warm gaze, "If you think I don't want to, then why ask me?"

"So it's true that you don't want to?"

"If you want to feel that way that's ......."

Before the last word could be said, his face suddenly pressed down.

Camille's eyes suddenly widened, and he kissed her directly on the lips, fiercely and brutally, with a strong manly scent that took away her breath.

Camille struggled uncontrollably at the thought of someone coming in the bathroom at any moment, then pushed Ayan away: "Are you crazy? Someone could come in here at any time."

"Are you that afraid of people knowing you're married to me?"

"It's not that I'm scared, it's that we're already getting divorced, what's the point of making a scene like this, Ayan, you already have Eileen, why do you have to do this? Or are you jealous of seeing me around other people of the opposite sex?"

She hooked her lips indifferently and smiled lightly, her eyes flooded with self-deprecation.

She has asked him more than once if he is restricting her and swaying her because he is jealous, but each time the answer is simply that he cares because she is sitting in Mrs. Simpson's seat.

It has nothing to do with her as a person.

So it is no surprise that this time too, he will tell her with the same answer that he will not be jealous.

But what Camille didn't expect was that Ayan narrowed his eyes and said in a calm and slow tone, "Yes, I'm jealous, so be a good boy and keep your distance from Albert and don't keep doing things that make me jealous, okay? "

Camille's eyes were lost in disbelief as she stared at him, and her heart was in shock.

Does he even know what he's talking about?

How could he be jealous because of her?

Camille thought she must have been hearing things, and her whole body froze.

Ayan's eyes looked at her calmly, and then the next second the whole person came back up and kissed her lips.

This time, he didn't give Camille any chance to refuse or struggle, and the kiss turned from dominant at the beginning to gentle at the end.

Yes, it is gentle.

Camille was also incredulous when she felt those two words from him.