My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 693 - Perfunctory
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Chapter 693 - Perfunctory

Chapter 693 - Perfunctory

Ayan did not say anything, but only slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, that look

as if he wanted to beat her up.

Camille laughed, "What for? Does that make you angry?"

Camille really does not know where he gets so much anger from day to day?

This person is not a balloon, I'm afraid?

A stomach full of anger.

Ayan grunted lightly and asked rhetorically with an unhappy face, "Expect me to be jealous very

much?"

Camille glanced at her mouth and imitated his tone, "I hope you'll just eat?"

Ayan eyebrows like, lightly snorted, clutching her hand strength also subconsciously tightened, he said:

"You are now more and more afraid of me ah!"

"I wasn't afraid of you in the first place."

"So it was all pretend before?"

"Yes yo!"

She nodded her head, her playful look made Ayan laugh out loud, subconsciously pulling people

directly into his arms, Camille subconsciously clutching his clothes, in the small elevator, the two were

so close to each other, and the temperature was gradually rising.

He looked down at the person in his arms and his voice was low: "Why don't you continue to pretend

now? Is it because you also have a slight liking for me, so you are willing to show your true face to

me?"

He loosened his grip on her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, and his warm breath fell on

her cheek as if it were nothing, making her whole body freeze and not dare to move.

His gaze just stared at her, with a compelling aura so that she had no way to retreat, and his voice was

hoarse to the extreme: "Answer me, is it because you are also so slightly moved by me?"

Camille's eyelashes fluttered and she met his eyes faintly. What would he do if he knew that she had

been attracted to him from early on?

Camille could not imagine his reaction, just lightly pursed his lips and said, "To answer you, you are not

afraid that I am perfunctory to coax you?"

Ayan gently wrinkled his eyebrows: "So what kind of answer are you going to perfunctorily coax me

with?"

He was totally determined to crack her open and ask for the answer he wanted to hear.

Confronted with him, Camille has always felt very brain-damaged, the slightest inattention will be

trapped by him.

Camille pursed her lips slightly, before her words could be spoken, the elevator doors opened at that

moment.

At the sound of the elevator doors opening, Camille breathed a silent sigh of relief because she was

really kind of at a loss for an answer?

Tell the truth?

She didn't want to tell him what was on her mind, because Ayan would be proud and would use thenovelbin

reason of liking him to pinch her from time to time.

Camille struggled to get out of his arms, but Ayan had no intention of letting go.

She said, "Here it is."

He did not say anything, deep eyes not a moment to look at her, after two or three seconds this release

to take her hand again and walk out of the elevator.

Back at the house where Ayan was staying, Camille heard him take the initiative and ask, "Dinner with

Preston tonight?"

Camille faintly stared, her eyes sizing him up, "It's not dinner with him, it's dinner with everyone on this

project."

She had to correct it, or the man should pick his words again.

He gave her a look, "Didn't even notice my car was parked on the side of the road after dinner?"

Camille was completely frozen.

Her eyes widened, "You're in?"

He didn't answer, but a pair of deep eyes looked askance at her without much emotion, and his face

was flooded with the aggravation of being ignored as he asked, "What was going through your mind at

that moment? I didn't even notice that my car was parked in such an obvious place, and I'm afraid that

even Preston had to pay more attention to me than you did."

Camille laughed: "I really wasn't paying attention, why didn't you tell me? "

"Didn't I call you this afternoon." The words were unpleasant, and that meant telling Camille again that

the call had been made, but she had answered?

Didn't answer, just hung up.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Camille pursed her lips and took the initiative to pull him to the sofa to sit down, because his feet are

not fully healed need more rest, and only then this followed, "Sorry sorry sorry, at that time I just

thought you wanted to check the post, so I did not answer, but you can call me at night ah, so I can

also find an excuse to leave early."

"So it's my fault?" Ayan looked at him with extremely deep eyes, as if dipped in ink, like the darkest

night sky, and he said, "Didn't you ever think to call me or send me a message?"

"Of course it's not your fault, how can I think it's your fault? I forgot about it at the time, so let's not talk

about it anymore?" Camille did not want to continue, head are a little bit of pain, this man is really

energy to deal with.

But she didn't want to continue, but Ayan wouldn't let it go.

He reached out and cupped her chin, narrowing his eyes with a strong domineering force: "You can

change the subject, one night behind my back and two people of the opposite sex to meet and dine

alone, Camille, you are very good ah, in the end whether you put me in the eyes? Hmm?"

Camille feels like her jaw is breaking, this man is really laying it on hard.

She was forced to tilt her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and she reached out to try to stop him,

but to no avail, and she said in a rush, "I didn't."

"No? You think I'm blind?"

"Really no, tonight dinner and not me and him two people, have said is the project team together, and

Horace just coincidentally met, we live in a neighborhood, how can not meet."

"Excuses." His voice was extremely gruff: "I told you to stay away from other men, and I agreed to let

you into the project team just to boost your company's reputation, so you keep a little distance from that

bastard Preston."

He even said the word asshole, you can imagine how tired of Preston, after all, Mr. Simpson of the

Simpson Group is a cultured quality are very good people.

But Camille's jaw really hurt a little when he squeezed it, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears.

She wrinkled her eyebrows, her voice dark with dullness, "Let go, you're hurting me."

When he heard the latter half of the sentence, he immediately let go of his hand, the place he had just

pinched was already red, the original cold gaze was also instantly tinted with mildness, he raised his

bony fingers and gently touched them, his handsome face was slightly light, his eyes were staring at

her momentarily, and he said in a low voice: "Sorry!"

Camille frowned, expressionless: "In a project will certainly have contact with him, it is inevitable, if you

..."

"It's me being petty, I apologize, I can accept normal contact, I shouldn't have been mean to you, can

you forgive me this time?"

He stared at her, his words serious and earnest, his dark eyes revealing the waiting, and with such

sincerity, Camille simply said, "Not next time."

"Okay, next time, no more."

The two men's eyes locked in agreement.

The atmosphere also returned to normal, and Ayan's voice rang out again as he said, "I haven't eaten

yet."

One sentence, six words, contains a lot of things.

Camille couldn't help but blink, "Why aren't you eating?"

"It's not because some little heartless phone doesn't answer, the news is not there, she's eating at the

restaurant, I'm waiting outside, so you tell me where there's time to eat?"

He's so shady he could make Camille's teeth sink.

Camille if you still do not understand the meaning of the words, probably too no eyesight, after all,

people have said to this extent, she did not have a little reaction is not suitable.

She said, "Well, why don't I go make you a bowl of noodles now?"

He responded, "Would that be too much trouble for you?"

"How come? It's no trouble at all." Camille hurriedly got up and walked to the kitchen, continuing to stay

with this man without any real action would probably make her feel like a sinner herself.

The bowl of noodles was quick, done in about ten minutes.

Ayan has always given the impression that he is very fussy and has difficult tastes, but in fact a bowl of

ordinary noodles he ate very well.

After eating the noodles, Ayan took another phone call to talk about the company for a while, and

Camille was on the sidelines with her phone spouting off to Sienna about someone's tea serving skills.

The time also unknowingly has come to eleven o'clock at night.

Ayan put down his phone after he finished his work, his eyes turned to Camille, he said, "It's late, I'm

going to take a shower first, you wait for me? Hmm?"

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