My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille)
Chapter 95 You are my husband
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?"
you want to feel that way
Before the last word could be said, his face suddenly pressed
suddenly widened, and he kissed her directly on the lips,
the bathroom at any moment, then pushed Ayan away: "Are you crazy? Someone could come in
afraid of people knowing
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
She hooked her lips indifferently and smiled lightly, her
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
It has nothing to do with her as a
he will tell her
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
in disbelief as she stared at him, and her heart was
he even know what he's
he be jealous because
thought she must have been hearing things, and her whole
looked at her calmly, and then the next second
struggle, and the
Yes, it
Camille was also incredulous when she
without noticing Eileen who was standing outside the bathroom door
two embracing inside, a face all in disbelief,
was tormented and uncomfortable inside, she didn't
marry her, and this matter must
hatred surfaced under her eyes, she did not directly crash through, but held back her emotions to calm herself down, she will not just let it go, she must let Camille pay
a long time before turning around and
also ended the long
she would have fallen off the
her lips and nibbled on her ear, his voice raspy, "Camille." A warm, hard voice pressed against her ear, clear as day, "I'm not just saying that,
little wheezy and her cheeks
but Ayan's words were repeated in her
heart was floating,
take Albert back to the hotel, silent all the way without any conversation or
now also leaned on the seat to close his eyes
later, the car pulled up in front
of the car, he looked at Camille and asked,
head to him, "What is