My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

The agent expressed her opinion and hoped Eileen could think it over. Eileen didn't say anything more, just lightly pursed her lips, her face not looking too good.

The content of this note is simple and clear, only one sentence: "The new assistant has a problem, believe it or not, don't regret if something happens to you."

Since there was no real evidence that Camillewas responsible for the incident, Eileen had to resign herself to questioning Camille and pretending that nothing had happened.

Camille also sent a message to Page after dealing with the incident, telling him, "What you did in my name didn't just put me in the water, the whole Armstrong family went in with me."

Page did not reply, but she believes Page saw it.

Everything is back to normal, the project has officially started, the exterior and landscape design all passed the review, Camille need to tighten the construction schedule at any time to adjust the mistakes and a series of work.

The project, named Lans International by the Simpson Group, includes office space, as well as villa and residential areas.

Camille runs with her assistant Yessica on site every day, and other matters of the company are handed over to Preston. Because of this project, she has to contact a lot of people every day, she is sincere and does not put up a high stand, respects anyone's idea and will consider it seriously, so everyone likes her and is very responsive in the construction site.

That afternoon, it was already dinner time when we left the site, and Mr. Moss came up to her and said, "Ms. Armstrong, why don't you join us for dinner? The company in charge of the interior decoration is having a dinner with us tonight, if you're free.

After the recent time together, Mr. Moss has changed his name to Ms. Armstrong.

Camille is not too fond of these social engagements, but this project involves a lot of contacts, and if she doesn't go, the other party will think she's not a good talker and there will definitely be friction in the future, so she agreed.

"Okay, then I'll follow your car.”

"OK."

The venue for the meal was the Simpson Group's exclusive hotel for external entertainment, an upper-middle class star hotel.

When we reached the hotel room, we were introduced to each other by Mr. Moss, and then the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After dinner, they wanted to go to the clubhouse to sing, Camille refused when she was tired: "You guys have fun, we'll have plenty of opportunities later.”

Mr. Moss also spoke up for her, so she got out of it quickly.

She took Yessica outside and was greeted by a couple of gigolos with designer looks, two of whom Camille remembered as famous gigolos in the gentry circle.

It was normal to rub shoulders and ignore anyone, but today it was stopped.

One of the dudes Camille could name, Jake Moore, smiled, "Yo, isn't that Miss Camille from the Armstrong family? Long time no see, still so pretty.”

Camille nodded with a warm face as a greeting.

But the man next to Jake fanned the flames, "Jake, does she look down on you? Why is she ignoring you?"

"Ha, don't you know that women who look high and cold on the surface are the most prodigious in bed?"

"Hahahahaha ......"

The crowd laughed.

Yessica beside Camille subconsciously shrank back, reached out and pulled Camille's clothes a little overwhelmed.

Camille looked at Jake with a blank face and said, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Moore? If not, I'll leave now."

Jake smiled lewdly and stared at her, then turned sideways to make room for her. When Camille walked past him with Yessica, he deliberately poked his head out and laughed: “I heard Miss Armstrong is playing very openly, if you need to call me, I will make sure you are satisfied, here is my phone number. *

With that, he slipped a business card into Camille's pocket.

Camille walked forward with her lips tightly pursed the entire time without saying a word, followed by the murmuring laughter of the men: "Jake, do you think she'll look for you?"

"Of course it will, we Jake play the most open, this surface look cold actually more passionate than anyone women love Jake such a good man."

The voice faded away, until we reached the parking lot and sat in the car, Yessica then said: "Ms. Armstrong, are you okay? They are too much, rich?"

“I'm fine, don't care, it's you who's scared, right?"

Camille smiled lightly, and her tone was very indifferent.

Yessica shook her head, and then Camille just pulled out her pocket name tag and threw it out the window. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression drifting with coldness, just as these people eat more nonsense.

Soon the matter was behind her and the Lans International project was well underway and she could take a break.

After the last the Simpson's manson, her divorce from Ayan was put on hold.

Ayan unilaterally refused to talk to her about it, then traveled for two days, and then only met officially tonight.

At the dinner table, neither of them spoke.

Eileen has been busy lately, so she is not in.

Camille pursed her lips, still trying to break the silence, and asked, "Ayan , where have you been for the past two days on business?" “You think I'm using a business trip as an excuse to lie to you?"

"l didn't mean that.”

She was just asking, how could he have misunderstood?

Camille sighed helplessly, not knowing what to say, and simply stopped talking.

Ayan indifferently swept her a glance and asked indifferently, “Why don't you talk anymore?"

"I didn't think of you that way."

"Hmm."

Then it was quiet again.

The two did not speak again until after the meal.

After dinner Ayan went to the study and Camille went back to the master bedroom.

She felt a little bored after the shower, then went to the checkroom to prepare the clothes to be worn tomorrow when she passed by the full body mirror and stopped.

She looked carefully at herself in the mirror, and although the baby was not yet three months old, she always felt that her stomach had changed.

Gets bigger.

She took a picture of the front, the side, and then lifted the dress and put her hands on her belly than a yeah, face is a gentle smile.

Hello baby, it's your mother.

"What are you doing?" The man's low, husky voice rang out slowly from one side.

Camille was stunned, then immediately dropped her hands and pulled down her shirt.

Four eyes look at each other, she said with a slightly stiff face: “I look in the mirror. *

"Just looking in the mirror?"

He approached slowly and methodically, any stopping in front of her. Camille hangs her head in a low mumble and asks, "Are you done?" "Camille , you're changing the subject?"

“I didn't.”

“Then why don't you answer my words?"

Ayan continued to press the issue.

Camille was back to her normal self, looking at him with a warm expression, she said, "Ayan, I was simply looking in the mirror, I think I've gained weight recently, I'm gaining weight."

"You've gained weight?" Ayan asked with a slight frown, "Where have you gained weight?"

She pursed her lips and said casually, "Waist and stomach.”

"Is that so?"

"Well, yes."

“Let me touch." Then without waiting for Camille to react, he reached right out and covered her abdomen through her shirt.

Camille froze motionless.

Ayan didn't notice her difference, just thought she was embarrassed, his hand gently stroked his belly, his voice was low, “Well, it seems to be a little bit fat, the belly has become a little bit bigger.”

Followed by gradually moving to the waist, the tone remained the same: "But the waist did not grow flesh, did you have dinner tonight to hold up your stomach?"

Camille pursed her lips and blushed slightly.

Ayan gazed at her through the mirror and asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you talking?"