My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 114 We are preparing for pregnancy

Camille frowned, "Will you take your medication first? It won't help if you don't take your medicine just

to physically cool down."

"You don't want to?"

Camille does not speak.

Carter added, "Are you annoyed with me? Grandpa said he was going to introduce Nicholas to you, Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

would you like to?"

Camille froze.

Isn't it time for him to take his medication?

Why is Nicholas suddenly involved?

Truthfully, she has long put this matter behind her.

Because the old Simpson is certainly joking, even if there is a heart will let her nod and say yes before

really intended.

Camille was so bemused that she said, "Carter, are you sure you want to talk about this right now?"

"No chat then rub my body."

Camille took a deep breath, holding back her inner emotions.

Carter is again faint sentence: "I have a fever because I soaked in cold water in the bathtub most of the

night, you are not even willing to help me rub my body to cool down?"

Camille lightly pursed her lips, and her tone grew colder: "Take your medicine, it's late, I want to sleep."

When she finished, she lifted the covers and lay down.

Carter rolled over and held her down, his deep eyes locked on her, "Camille, you've really been getting

ruthless with me lately, what do you really want?"

Let her bright face, the eyes gradually deepen to emerge some strong emotions.

Camille avoided his direct gaze and said lazily, "Carter, that's a question you should be asking yourself,

right? What do you really want to do?"

The man narrowed his eyes, his complexion was dull and cold: "Let you give me a body rub is very

difficult for you? What about your previous gentle and virtuous appearance? Is it all an act to deceive

me?"

He reached out and cupped her chin, his words were cold, and his reserved breath beat overflowed

with displeasure.

Camille pursed her lips lightly and said faintly, "I thought I was more willing to let Eileen come over and

help you than I you."

"Camille, do you have a point? Why do you always manage to tie me to Eileen at all times and in all

things?"

His face was hard to see, almost approaching a state of gnashing of teeth.

But she was always quiet and calm, without any ripples or ups and downs.

She said, "This is the truth, not that I deliberately made it up. After all, from the very beginning you filed

for divorce because you wanted to marry Eileen, so why are you dragging your feet now?"

She gazed into his eyes, so close together that she could clearly see herself in each other's eyes.

Without waiting for his answer, she added, "Carter, are you in love with me? So you don't want to get a

divorce?"

The air went silent when Camille's words were asked.

The sound of steady, even breathing reminded that it wasn't time that was suspended, it was just that

he was silent.

Camille inwardly sneered to herself, yet another reminder that her heart was turning a little colder.

There is no way he could have fallen in love with her.

He didn't want her to tie him Eileen also just so she wouldn't think the marriage was divorced because

of Eileen, and moreover didn't want anyone to have negative feelings about Eileen.

Look how much he loves Eileen.

Love to the point that even these small details can be done perfectly.

Camille did not ask for an answer, that would only make her feel humiliated, she lightly pursed her lips

and looked at Carter without changing her face and said lightly, "I want to go to sleep."

The man's eyes watched her for a moment, and the next moment also let go of her chin and turned

sideways to lie flat back down.

Camille turned her back to him and closed her eyes. She didn't really feel like sleeping because her

heart was a bit stuffy and clogged, but then she suddenly remembered Irene and the doctor's

instructions: "You can't sulk at this stage, keep your mood happy so that the baby will be cute and

smiley when it is born."

So she silently and wordlessly adjusted her state and emotions, and I don't know how long it took for

her to drift off to sleep.

Listening to the even breathing of the woman beside him, the man's face is slightly gloomy and low, the

afterglow sweeps to the woman's back, the heart as what crossed the unspeakable emotions continue

to pour out.

A dreamless night.

The next morning Camille woke up while Carter was still asleep.

Without waking him up, she got out of bed and went to wash up.

Camille prepared a small rice porridge and two vegetarian dishes, and it was already nine o'clock when

she finished, but Carter never got up, during which she stole to feel his forehead, no fever.

Originally, I wanted to wake him up, but I was afraid to disturb his sleep, but I was worried that he might

still have a fever, so Camille didn't even go to the office in the morning.

Carter was up close to noon when Camille asked him, "Want some porridge or rice?"

Last night's events were not mentioned again by both of them in a heartfelt manner.

He gazed over at Camille, then responded lightly, "Both."

"Then I'll go heat up some porridge for you."

Eat something light and comfortable with a cold and fever.

After Camille went to the kitchen, Carter went to the couch and sat down. He raised his hand and

pinched his brow hard, his head hurting a little dizzily.

He looked sideways at the glass door of the kitchen and could clearly see the back of the busy figure

inside, a scene he had not seen before.

Three meals a day, the years are quiet, is this the picture at this moment?

The man's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and the doorbell of the apartment rang at that moment.

Carter withdrew his gaze before he got up to open the door.

"Cami......"

As soon as the door opened, Preston outside the door was eager to open, when he saw that the

person who opened the door was Carter, he immediately stopped abruptly to stop the words that

followed.

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly and swept an indifferent glance at Preston, and the things he carried

in both hands, and he said in an unkind tone, "What does Mr. Walker mean by this?"

Preston's face was warm: "Mr. Simpson won't even let me in the door?"

"Do you think it's convenient for you to enter a random married woman's home?"

"If you are married, why did Cami move out of Hanyama Manson and Mr. Simpson , what did you do to

make Cami have to move out of the house?"

Preston hooked his lips into a light smile, and his words were provocative.

The eyes of the two men stared at each other, neither one backing down.

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds before Carter said nonchalantly, "The reasoning behind a

couple's quarrel in bed is something that single people naturally don't understand, and why does she

need to report to you when she moves out? Or do you Mr. Walker have to let me explicitly tell you that

this is our love affair with each other as a couple?"

Preston's face instantly became stiff and cold, his eyes even stared straight at Carter, his eyes flooded

with hidden emotions and a complex look.

Carter is also slightly stunned, narrowed his eyes without the slightest flinch Ni his eyes, his voice with

a cold and indifferent: "Mr. Walker is not appropriate to come now, also please stay away from her, after

all, now we are preparing for pregnancy, this time I do not want anyone to disturb and destroy, Mr.

Walker understand? "

"What do you mean?"

Preston frowned tightly.

Carter said coldly, "Can't you hear me? Camille and I are getting ready to have a baby, and she's about

to be a mom."