My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Ayan now reacted, a raspy sound coming from between his throat bones, "Mmm."

He sat up straight and looked at Camille and asked softly, "I'm sorry, I suddenly had a heart attack and didn't stop the car in time to hit it. Camille looked at him with a complicated expression, did he really hit the car because he didn't brake?

Not because of anything else?

Soon Camille stopped the idea from continuing. He didn't love her, so how could it be because of jealousy?

She said lightly, “I'm fine, what's wrong with your heart?"

"Nothing, probably because of the after-effects of high-intensity work without rest, I'll be fine after I take a break.”

He seemed a little pale.

Camille said, "Then hurry up and go inside and rest."

"Can you help me?"

He asked in a low voice, his eyes looking at him with what seemed to be anticipation.

His gaze was so gentle that she couldn't say a word about it.

Camille froze, and before she could say anything, Preston came over: "Mr. Simpson, do you need help? Camille is not as strong as I am, so let me help you."

Four eyes look at each other, the two men's gaze with obscure depths, and neither has the intention of backing down from the other.

If the eyes could Kill, I'm afraid the war would have already started at this moment.

Ayan didn't move, withdrew his eyes and said indifferently, "Mr. Walker has a heart, but I'm not used to any touching with strangers, so it's better to let my wife do it."

His dark eyes gazed at Camille : "Cami, help me up, so you don't have to bother Mr. Walker, what do you say?"

Camille looked at the man in front of her, and for a moment, she felt that there was something different about Ayan at the moment, something she had never seen before.

When she didn't say anything, Ayan said again, "Cami, it's already hard for Mr. Walker to drive you back, so I don't want to cause him any more trouble, right? Besides, we are a couple, I should thank Mr. Walker for taking care of you, how can I bother him?"

"Well, I'll help you." Camille pursed her lips and said faintly.

Then looked to Preston , and whispered, "Preston , you go back first." "Good, then I'll go first, you ....... Call me back if you have anything, and we'll talk about what we have tomorrow at the office.”

"Well, drive carefully on the road."

"Mr. Walker take care.”

Preston also nodded with his head held high, then turned around and got into his car to leave.

After seeing Preston leave, Camille reached out to help Ayan out of the car. Although she was not short in the pile of girls, she looked especially small in front of him.

He lifted his hand and put it on her shoulder, looking as if he had taken her entire body in his arms.

The two did not speak the entire time and kept quiet as they walked into the house.

Kit, who had been taking care of the two, saw it and quickly exclaimed, "What's going on here?"

Camille's tone was gentle: "Kit, please call a doctor. Ayan says his heart is not feeling well, probably caused by the strain.”

"Okay, I'll get on the phone."

"Kit, no, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest.”

Ayan hastily shouted at Kit to stop him from calling the doctor.

Camille helped him to sit down on the sofa, her tone was a bit insistent: "Ayan, you are not feeling well with your heart, this is not a trivial matter, call a doctor to come over to take a look at it so that I can rest assured, can you?"

“I'm really fine, I'll be fine after I rest, will you take care of me? I don't want anyone else near me."

His voice was low and gentle, and his eyes were fixed on her for a moment.

Such Ayan left Camille in a state of confusion.

She was even more unsure whether to be happy or upset.

Happy because she was not treated as someone else by him, uneasy because she was really afraid that she would be trapped once again at this rate.

Naturally, no doctor was called, and Camille accompanied him upstairs to his bedroom.

After that, he personally made porridge and watched him drink it.

I have to say, this man no matter what time is outstanding, reserved and handsome, even eating a porridge is also elegant posture.

At first glance was also attracted by his face, looking back on the past, Camille's mouth can't help but to spread a light smile.

Suddenly curious, she looked at Ayan and asked, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Remember, Grandpa Winnie brought you to the Simpson family and said she was going to marry you to me."

Ayan is probably a little pale because he is not feeling well, but this does not affect his handsome, along with his low voice, the image of that day also comes to mind.

Before that, he already knew that he was going to be married to the Armstrong family, a marriage he couldn't refuse.

Do you have a complaint?

Yes.

But after meeting her, he felt, again, that there seemed nothing impossible in living with her.

But Ayan had no idea that this was not the first time they had met.

She had met Camille long before she left the Armstrong's villa for the countryside, and it was this glimpse that led to a lifelong affection for her.

But he did not have the slightest impact, she hung her head with a bitter smile, the bottom of her heart with the mirror, his heart from the beginning to the end are only Eileen, and where can still see into others?

Isn't she a good example?

If you love him, you can never love anyone else.

Camille adjusted herself before asking, "Ayan, do you have any regrets about this marriage?"

"Why do you ask that?"

He frowned.

"If it weren't for our marriage, you'd be married to Miss Khan by now, right?”

She kept her head hanging.

Ayan, however, frowned and looked a little annoyed: "What if there are so many what-ifs? Everything is predetermined.”

Camille said, "If the choice were yours, would you still marry me?" "What about you? Would you?"

"Me?"

"Well, would you?"

Camille smiled lightly, if she had the right to dictate everything, she had two choices, one was not to miss the first time she saw him, and the other was to know that the marriage would turn out to be what it is now she would rather not.

But she doesn't reveal her true thoughts. She will never tell Ayan how much she loves him.

She just said faintly, "Maybe it will, or maybe it won't."

Ayan frowned, and with an inexplicable twinkle in his eye, he said, "What does maybe mean? Will is will, won't is won't.”

"What about you?" She asked rhetorically, when it was clear that she had asked first in the first place.

“I have not thought about it and know that there will not be such a possibility, so for me, all is currently predestined, since it has already happened, why do we need to go deeper into the possibility of whether there is if this?"

Yeah, well, now that it's happened, let's not think about it.

After Ayan had eaten his porridge and rested for a while, Camille went to put the water in the shower: "You take a shower first, and if you don't feel well, you'll have to see a doctor, okay?"

"Well, good.”

He cooperated obediently.

But when Camille was about to get out of the bathroom, he grabbed her hand and whispered, "Where are you going?"

“You take a shower first, and I'll go change my clothes too."

In fact, she is a little tired, worried about the baby, want to make a phone call to ask a friend to understand the heart or a bottom.

Ayan, however, asked, "You're not going to help me?"

"2???" Camille froze.