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

Ayan was slightly stunned, his expression was also a stiff, not waiting for his answer, Camille has pulled out his hand.

She said, "Go take a shower, I'm a little sleepy."

Her tone was cold and she was already lying down after she finished.

Ayan stared at her condescendingly for a few seconds before turning around and going to the bathroom.

In the back of my mind was the question Camille had just asked.

If she really opened her mouth and said she didn't want a divorce, what would be his choice?

He couldn't possibly agree to it. After all, he had promised Eileen that he would marry her, so he and Camille had to leave.

It was a night of peace, each with their own thoughts.

The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window. The woman in bed had long been awake, but hadn't moved because the hand on her waist was trapping her tightly.

After two days there will be no more co-sleeping, so she wants to keep it a little longer.

I don't know how long it took, but a knock on the door broke the smear of silence.

The maid's reminder sounded, "Young master, young lady, Mr. Simpson asked if you were up yet. Waiting for you to go down to have a meal together."

Before Camille could say anything, the person next to her had already spoken, "Okay, go right down."

When he finished, he moved towards Camille, thinking she was still awake, and called out in a low voice, "Camille, get up, huh?"

Camille subconsciously twisted her head, the two noses touched, four eyes locked, and time was pressed to pause.

Ayan stared at her with rapt attention, her slightly curled eyelashes fluttering gently, her fair and delicate face blows, and those heavily made-up women are completely different, Camille's beauty clean and clear makes people more and more fascinated.

Camille's eyes also fell on the man next to him, with his early morning messy hair, his robe was also skewed, revealing a large chest, rippling out a different kind of sexy.

Just somehow, the more you look at the atmosphere, the more wrong it is.

Her mind suddenly went to what he had said, "Men are extra reactive in the morning."

Then she immediately turned her head and tried to get up, but she was held down just before she made a move, and the low mute man's voice asked faintly, "What are you hiding for?"

She murmured, "I'm not hiding, Grandpa is calling us up for breakfast, so get out of the way."

go down for a long time grandpa is happier

and revealed

her hand and tried to push him away, but her warm fingertips touched his exposed chest, not waiting for her to move away, the man's bony hand in the palm of his hand, hooked the corners of his lips, voice dull,

pupils widened a little, biting her lips, although not looking at him, but the tip of the

She whispered, "I didn't."

you don't have one, look at me,

out of

your way

"I'm not running."

close proximity, especially since his warm breath could be sprayed

so Camille had no choice but to turn her head and look at

it's not like you haven't seen

wanted to get out of this

on his lips, such a move is not only Camille frozen, Ayan

his voice grew lower:

"I didn't."

"You have."

"I ....... Well ......."

giving her a chance to say the whole thing and

stare at the man close at hand, until he stopped, the

to hold her face and

exactly are

"Camille , you're already getting a

water over her cheeks until she had completely calmed down

longer a man in the house, so it was good not to have to continue to

down

golf date with a friend, and

breakfast, because he couldn't leave the Simpson's manson, Ayan played chess with the old Simpson, while

picture is

came back, and today Talia cooked herself and Camille came

that Camille could barely hold her stomach in several times, probably because she was suffocating, her face was pale and bloodless,

nodded, "Okay,

family,

Talia smiled.

out of the kitchen, and the whole

generations playing chess. She couldn't help but take out her phone and take a picture of the man in the photo with a

with curves, only this man will belong to another woman from