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

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

last word could be said, his face suddenly

Camille's eyes suddenly widened, and he kissed her directly on the lips, fiercely and brutally, with a strong manly scent that took

any moment,

"Are you that afraid of people knowing

getting 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

indifferently and smiled lightly, her eyes flooded

he 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 Mrs.

to do

no surprise that this time too, he will tell her with the same answer that he will not

his eyes and said in a calm and slow tone, "Yes, I'm jealous, so be a good boy and keep your distance from

in disbelief as she stared at him, and

know what he's talking

he be jealous

been hearing things,

her calmly, and then the next second the

This time, he didn't give Camille any chance to refuse or struggle, and the kiss turned from dominant at the beginning to

Yes, it is

also incredulous when she felt those two

of them embraced each other without noticing Eileen who was standing

blankly at the two embracing inside, a face all in disbelief, eyes full

uncomfortable inside, she didn't

that he would marry her, and this matter must be

but held back her emotions to calm herself down, she will not just

a long time before turning around and

people inside also ended the

fallen off the sink if he hadn't been

her lips and nibbled on her ear, his voice raspy, "Camille." A warm, hard voice pressed against her ear,

still a little wheezy and her cheeks were red

Ayan's words were repeated in her ears like a magic spell,

whole heart was floating, and Ayan's demeanor left her in

drove quietly to take Albert back to the hotel, silent all the way

also leaned on

moments later, the car pulled up in front of

car, he looked at Camille and asked,

Camille turned her head