My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Camille, trying to keep her distance from him, said in a rush, "You let go of me first."

"What if I don't?"

Not only did he not let go, but he hung his head and slowly approached her, then his whole body circled her from behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder, their posture intimate and lovey-dovey.

Camille was uncomfortable, and when she tried to break away, Ayan said, "Camille, are you shy?"

“I didn't ....... You stay away from me first, I can't talk to you like this." “It's not like I'm getting in the way of you talking because I'm too close to affect you?"

The man's warm breath sprayed on her ear, making her feel a little overwhelmed.

What's wrong with him?

It feels a little clingy.

Ayan saw that she didn't say anything, and continued, "Camille , you are very cold to me these days, and you have never taken the initiative to call me, are you trying to force me to agree to your divorce in this way?"

"Camille , you are so cruel.”

He blushed slightly, his deep eyes met hers through the mirror, one word with accusatory aggression.

Camille slightly pursed her rosy lips, the pink beads look at his throat knot roll, his eyes are also a fierce shrinkage, then turn people around with forehead against her, voice dumb extremely said: "so want to divorce me?"

"The divorce was brought up by you first."

Why is he still aggrieved?

She is the one who feels aggrieved, okay?

"Well, it was mine first, but Camille, think about it, I only mentioned it once, how many times did you initiate it after that? And talking directly to Grandpa behind my back, what did you use to get him to say yes, hmm?"

He was a little sulky, but his tone was gentle, pinching her waist, riveted like he wanted to punish and punish her properly.

Camille pushed him to keep his distance, but the man's chest was like a wall that could not be pushed.

He said, "Camille , answer me, huh? Are you really so desperate to get out of my life? To leave me that badly?"

"Ayan , don't turn black and white, you're the one who wants to divorce me to marry Eileen, how can you bite back?"

The distance between the two people is too close, so the breath can be clearly felt.

Ayan Seeing her eyes dodge, he simply lifted his hand and cupped her chin to make her meet his gaze as he said, "I haven't mentioned it again, so you go tell grandpa it was just a temper tantrum with me to put him off, huh?"

"l don't want it."

She refused.

Ayan wrinkled his nose and said, "Camille, be a good girl, huh?"

After that, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips, so hard that she felt raw pain.

Camille subconsciously struggled with a lot of effort to

Pushed him away and then whispered, "Ayan , you can't keep bullying me like this."

Her voice was somewhat of a low murmured cry, her eyes were also flushed, her nose slightly sore, and her whole emotions were somewhat out of control.

The way she looked made his eyes shrink and his heart seem to be torn heavily by something.

She tilted her head to look at him, "Why don't you like it now that Grandpa is willing to let us divorce?" Ayan, what do you want?

"Well ......"

The words just fell, the man kissed her lips again.

Ayan has always been strong and dominant in this regard, and did not give her the chance to struggle to refuse, and directly wrapped his arms around her waist and tied her in his arms.

The kiss grew deeper and deeper until she was about to lose her breath before he stopped.

The four eyes look at each other, the man's eyes are heavy with meaning, the woman's pretty face is rosy and seductive so that people can not move away from the eyes.

He wouldn't let go, but Camille couldn't let him go any further, so she said, "I'm having my period."

Ayan laughed out loud.

He said, "I have no to what, you are here without silver what?"

His laughter echoed in the checkroom, not lightly, but it was audible and his heart fluttered slightly again.

Faced with his change, Camille felt confused.

In the bottom of my heart, I even asked silently, "Doesn't he love Eileen very much? Why did he say such words and do such things?"

But Ayan does not say, she naturally will not take the initiative to ask him.

After all, the answer she gets is not always the one she wants.

It was just the change in him that confused her.

What was he thinking?

But before Camille can figure out what's on Ayan's mind, she runs into trouble herself.

Irene told Camille on the phone, "Camille, there are rumors that you are a casual and chaotic person who has made a lot of bad friends to secure your place in the Armstrong family, and that ......"

"What else?"

"Those were some tough words, did you mess with someone?"

Irene couldn't say it and found it very difficult to talk about it.

She sent those screenshots to Camille to see, and they didn't just come out in the last couple of days, they've been around for days.

Although Camille came back to Hance City only a year ago, people in the circle still have some impression of her, after all, she is behind the Armstrong family, which has been a long-standing business in Hance City for many years.

Irene's words left Camille wondering what the hell was going on, and Page called.

Page had been treating her badly since she insisted on getting a divorce. Page said indifferently, "Are you divorcing Ayan because you have a bad reputation outside and that's why he wants a divorce?" Camille is silent.

Page also did not care whether she said or not to continue: "Camille, although you did not grow up with me, but at least I raised you for more than a decade, this is how I taught you? Is that what Grandma taught you? How can you be so shameless?"

"Grandma taught me well, you have no right to talk about her.”

Camille argued in a loud voice.

Page faintly stared, then added, "So you're the one who's gone bad? Are you being treated badly by our Armstrong family? How can you just hang out with those unruly people? You are a disgrace to the Armstrong family. How will your sister find a good marriage partner in the future? You've let me down too much.”

“Is it in your heart, as long as others say anything you believe, you do not care if it is true, as long as someone issued a discussion you will feel that I did, if so, then I have nothing to say, you think it is that is it!" Page was silent for a moment, followed by another round of questions and orders for Camille to resolve the matter immediately without any negative publicity for the Armstrong family.

Camille felt helpless, but also realized that things might not be so simple.

But it is not yet known who is behind the push, so she needs to find out. When she arrived at the office, she told Preston about the incident. Preston's face was downcast and his brow furrowed as he said, "I'l find out who's behind this, and Ayan, how are you going to explain that?" "Why should I explain what I didn't do?"

Camille responded indifferently.

Preston chatted with her for a few minutes and then exited back to his office, he dialed a number out for someone to investigate, then held the phone in deep thought, but after half a minute reopened the phone and entered a series of numbers to dial out.

The answer there was quick.

Preston asked in a cold voice, "Did I ever tell you not to do anything I don't want to see?"

The tone there was faint: "I hate her."

"So you don't even listen to me anymore?"

The man over there wanted to say something, but he didn't.

"Don't have a next time, or you'll just botch it up, and don't forget our purpose.”

“I got it."

Hang up the phone, Preston put down the phone, raised his hand and squeezed his forehead hard, his expression fell into a gaze and silence.