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

"Ayan, am I wrong? This is what you said yourself, I was too eager to know Sienna's situation so I kept pushing you, now I think I was indeed too selfish, and what you said is indeed not wrong."

"Heh, Camille , listen to your tone and tone of voice, do you think you mean what you say? Don't you think it's hypocritical? You are obviously blaming me but you keep denying it, ask yourself, is that really what you think in your heart?"

"I'm telling the truth, whether you believe it or not."

Camille pursed her lips and asked if she was angry inside.

It doesn't seem to.

Because there is nothing to be angry about.

Sienna was found, and nothing happened to her, so what's she got to be mad about?

But to say as nothing, she seems to be unable to do that generous.

Like a thorn, stuck in the throat, can't swallow and can't spit.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a silent gloom.

After half a minute or so, Camille was ready to lift her feet and walk out the door, because it didn't seem like anything could be done if she continued to confront Ayan.

However, she had only just taken a step when Ayan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

He asked in a low voice, "Where are you going? Are you going to follow Sienna's example and walk away?"

Camille wrinkled her eyebrows at him, these words made her sound yin and yang, she looked up at him, and her emotions were invariably agitated, she said, "What? I'm not even free to go anywhere anymore? You have always arranged for people to follow me, have you not? I always have someone to tell you where I'm going, so why do you have to ask again?"

She was a bit emotional and tried to shake off Ayan's hand after she finished speaking, but he held her tightly and didn't have the slightest intention to let go.

Ayan because of his words pupils become dark and deep, the jaw is tightened to the extreme point.

Camille's reaction is also increasing, her breathing is very rapid, all the nerve lines are as tight as a string.

Her face is pale and bloodless, because of the worry about Sienna, she did not rest all night today is not even how to eat, and now the emotional overload, a pair of black to seep out of the ink eyes just closed.

and took her into his

gloomy, as if water could drip out at any time, and his voice was even more anxious

who was at the door to explain the follow-up work to his men, heard the voice and immediately

waited for Ayan to carry Camille into the car

was in a low, cold, tense,

was

into the resuscitation room, where doctors examined her in detail. Her condition was not serious, but hypoglycemia

health condition and the doctors are

and the doctor said, "She's too tired, let her sleep a little longer,

paper and oozed

beside the hospital bed, his deep eyes fixed on the woman on the bed, and he asked in

Mr. Simpson, you also have to advise her not to expend herself too often, which is not friendly to the baby in the belly, although the three

doctor's words left

with a slightly stiff face and asked in a hoarse voice, "You

that Mrs. Simpson is almost four months

as if he knew how he shouldn't know

is pregnant and the husband doesn't

look,

the bed as if he were trying to read

four

was stunned, and for a moment he thought he

is

months, does she know

can you not

help but snicker

did she

is she

mind immediately recalls her attitude of insisting on divorce, so she insists on divorce even when

dark eyes like a layer of thick ink and black and deep so that people can

a long time, Kian said softly, "Mr. Simpson, I'll go buy

just faintly