My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 110 The soon-to-be-divorced couple

"It's her ex-boyfriend, when the marriage was also in order to let that man die so agreed."

Carter leaned on the sofa and took another sip of wine, thinking about it, he felt a heart bored.

She said she had nothing to do with that man, and even said she had forgotten him and would never

go back.

If it's really because of Eileen, then why didn't she mind at all from the beginning?

So that's just her excuse.

Carter's mood was as gloomy as an ancient tam immersed in a thousand years, and his words were

filled with displeasure: "Everything she shows is just an excuse for her to want to go back to that man."

Rex asked, "Have you seen that man?"

"No."

He doesn't want to see it, ever.

Rex added, "How about finding out who this ex-boyfriend really is? How can he be worthy of a beautiful

woman like Camille for so many years?"

His cold eyes swept over Rex, his eyes revealing a very obvious displeasure.

Rex explained: "I just wanted to express Camille's excellence, and did not have any intention to spy on

her beauty, as for checking out this ex-boyfriend just to see what kind of person the other party is? I

was worried that Camille would fall for it, and generally the more beautiful and outstanding the girl's

vision is, the less good it is."

Carter didn't have a sound, retracted his light eyes picked up his glass and took another sip.

Just for some reason, listening to Rex say that generally the more beautiful and excellent the girl's

vision is the less good, his heart crossed an inexplicable beat.

He sulked for a long time without speaking again, as to whether to check he did not promise or refuse.

He felt a growing dissatisfaction with Camille, who had become a bore, and he believed that Camille

was deliberately seeking to challenge his patience.

Rex also noticed that he had been drinking and thought he would just drink enough, so he kept pouring

for him as well.

The two of them drank until almost zero, Carter already felt a little dizzy, but Rex did not drink a few

glasses and still sober.

Rex took advantage of Carter's drunkenness and asked, "Do you really like Eileen?"

"Does it matter if you like it or not?"

"If you don't like it, why do you keep it around? Because it took her a year to recover from the injuries NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

she sustained on your behalf? You indulged her to stay by your side because you were grateful?"

Carter said lightly, "There are some things that can't be said in three or two sentences."

Rex frowned, some serious words: "Carter, listen to my advice, if you still want to maintain this

marriage with Camille and do not want Camille divorce have any second thoughts with Eileen

completely distance it, as for Eileen you worry about guilt, use money and fame to make up for her, but

the premise is still clean. If you love Eileen, then do not continue to drag Camille not to let go, each

good together and good to everyone, is not the best of both worlds?"

Carter was silent again.

After that Rex also did not say anything, after all, analysis of other people's affairs is a spectator, but

when it comes to their own turn is deeply involved.

I don't know how long it took, but when Rex thought he wouldn't respond, a low, dull man's voice slowly

rang out, "How can it be that easy to have the best of both worlds and be at peace with each other?"

Carter had too much to drink and was finally helped to the car by Rex and the club's bouncer.

He lay in the back seat with his eyes closed without any movement, Rex sat on the passenger side and

looked back, waiting for the driver to come over before he faintly said, "Be a brother to help you out,

don't say I don't think about you."

Then only to the driver said an address.

After a half-hour drive, the car stopped steadily under an apartment building.

It's past zero in the hospital, and everywhere is quiet.

Rex and the driver helped Carter out of the car, and then helped him walk slowly into the elevator.

Carter was dizzy, and he said in a raspy voice, "This is not Hanyama Manson."

Rex laughed lightly, "Are you going back to Hanyama Manson to be alone?"

Carter frowned slightly and said faintly, "What do you care about me?"

"Okay, I don't care about you, so I'll send you back?" Rex pressed the elevator, then pulled him into the

elevator with him, he had checked the floor and door number on the way here.

18th floor, 101.

Half a minute later, the elevator door opened, Rex assisted Carter to the door, he raised his hand and

pressed the doorbell, then looked at Carter and said, "Is there a destiny depending on whether people

open the door or not?"

The words fell, and the door was opened.

Four eyes locked, the sleepy woman's eyes widened as she stared at the two men in front of her.

Rex was the first to speak up, "Camille, I'm sorry to bother you so late, Carter was drunk and kept

clamoring for you, so I had no choice but to send him to you."

Carter leaned on his shoulder, not making any noise, not reacting.

Camille frowned, "We're living separately now, and he didn't tell you?"

Probably hearing the woman's voice, Carter also subconsciously opened his dark eyes to stare at her.

Rex's eyes rolled and he said lightly, "Camille, it's so late and I'm tired, let him go back on his own

tomorrow, why don't we just stay at your place for the night tonight?"

After saying that, also did not wait for Camille to answer or not to directly board the door and enter.

Camille was subconsciously dodging aside, for fear of touching the baby in her belly, and she was also

raising her hand to gently protect it.

Rex put Carter on the couch as fast as he could, and then the man just laid down and didn't look like he

was faking it.

Rex said, "Camille, then I'll trouble you, I'll leave you to rest."

"You ......" Camille's words were still in her mouth before Rex went straight out and left, not forgetting to

take the initiative to close the door at the end.

Camille looked down at the man lying on the sofa and she spoke lightly, "Carter, are you asleep?"

The man's low, muffled voice faded: "Hmm?"

Camille walked over and she half-crouched down and whispered, "I'll have Kian come and pick you up,

okay?"

It's not convenient for her here either. Although they are a couple, they are also about to be divorced.

Some things should not be changed since you have already made up your mind.

If his presence disturbed her heart, she would really be afraid that it would falter.

She couldn't control her emotions and determination at the thought that if she didn't get a divorce, her

child would call her mother Eileen after birth.

After her words, Carter did not make a sound, Camille reached straight to his jacket pocket to feel for

his cell phone, which had no lock to open directly, and she found Kian's phone and dialed it.

Even though it was already this late, Kian answered quickly.

Camille said, "Kian? It's Camille, can you come over to my apartment right now? Come and pick up

Carter from Hanyama Manson, he's had too much to drink ......"

The words just finished, the phone in his hand has been directly taken away by the man, only to hear

him indifferently low growl: "Get out."

Then the phone was smashed right out of him.

Camille wrinkled her brow and looked at him with displeasure, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

He was half lying on the sofa, slightly squinting his eyes, a face of drunkenness, and a and strong smell

of alcohol emanating from his nostrils.