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

Camille did not deny, just looked at him lightly, but I do not know why the heart seems to be swallowed by something vaguely painful.

Ayan also did not continue to wait, just looked deeply at her and then dropped his hand.

This time, the elevator door did not open again.

Camille stood rigidly in place for a long time without moving, and she watched the floor light to the first floor before she reacted.

She lightly pursed her lips, a face pale and bloodless, her eyes shimmered with tears at some point, but never let them fall.

She said to herself in her heart, "Let's just go here, we know from the beginning that we can't go to the end, so why keep insisting on making each other's life so hard?"

The only person she couldn't forgive was the baby in her belly. She raised her hand and gently stroked it: "I'm sorry, baby!"

Camille went back to her apartment and after a quick wash, she started to keep herself busy. Before that, she had to call Preston for a chat because of the project restart.

It was just hung up after the phone call.

This was repeated several times, and finally when you called again it was straightforward: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Camille wrinkled her brow in some shock.

Is this being blacked out?

She thought it was a bit unbelievable because it was unlikely that Preston would have blacked her out, so it should just be that there was no power or something was out of service, right?

Camille can only think of these two points at the moment.

Not being able to contact Preston, she didn't stay idle and sorted out all the information about the project, and then she docked with Yessica about all the details related to the project.

Camille was busy all afternoon.

By the time it was over, it was dark outside.

She leaned somewhat wearily on the sofa, her heart was a widow, and she did not know from whence she found herself as if she had returned to the loneliness she had felt during the time she had just been Brody,Page on to her grandmother's house.

Probably life is like that, after all, no one will accompany you to the end.

.......

morning, Camille arrived at Simpson Group

directly to the project department and intended to show the design to Mr. Moss, but Mr. Moss said, "I am only responsible for the progress of the construction, Mr. Simpson is responsible

now completely

obvious results is that

to the knocking, she just felt a little uncomfortable being in

contract, so naturally

Ayan's office, but just before she reached the door, she was

"So I'll wait?"

office first, and I'll pass on anything you

then she said, "There's nothing to pass on, it's about the project, so

stood directly in

the office door still has no intention of

her lips and asked Kian, "What kind of guests is

moment, ma'am, I'll ask Mr. Simpson for

inside and

, Mrs. wants to talk to you about the project, you

lightly, "Let

turned off the intercom and looked to Camille: "Ma'am,

in hand. She knocks on the door before pushing it open and

skirt highlighted her figure, she looked at Ayan with adoration, and when she

words are saying so, but the

smiled lightly and said to the girl,

eyes met Ayan's deep, cold eyes, and she said lightly, "As long as

that? My wife is very understanding and considerate, so you don't need to go, go sit somewhere and wait for

eyes not forgetting to stare at Camille, before this went to the

water could seep out of

face is also revealing a slight and unmoving stiffness, she is subconsciously clutching the hand to pretend

progress on the design side is reported directly to you, these are the drawings before the project was stopped, and the ones

seriously, but

that all you have

"I don't quite understand what

thin lips became colder and colder: "Enough, how can it not be enough? Are you done? As for these drawings, I will