My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 175 No disturbance to each other

Ayan stared at her for a moment, his tone light: "I didn't answer your call, so I came to see."

He's been here for almost an hour now.

Learned that she was supervising the work, so he also resisted going in to find her has been waiting

here.

Especially when she didn't answer the phone, his first thought was that she was upset because the

drawing that was supposed to be delivered by her personally became sent to him by her assistant at

Simpson Group.

Camille heard him say that he also immediately took out his phone and looked at it, and found that

there were indeed two missed calls, all from Ayan.

She looked at her phone before realizing, "Sorry, I don't know when it went silent, I didn't hear it."

Ayan kept his eyes on her, not missing any expression on her face.

Then he pulled open the car door to Camille said: "First get in, your car later for Kian to drive back,

Grandma is still waiting for us to go back to dinner. "

"You went to see Grandma?"

"Well, talked with her for a while."

Camille's heart was so grateful, she said, "Thank you."

Ayan didn't like to hear it, but he didn't say anything, he just didn't respond.

As Ayan drove towards the apartment, he broke the silence and asked lightly, "Why did you suddenly

come to supervise the work?"

"Not a supervisor, I just thought I hadn't been here for a long time and I was going to come over to see

the progress, and Mr. Moss managed it properly without me supervising at all."

Ayan said, "How do you feel after seeing the scene?"

"It's okay, but special attention needs to be paid in terms of any materials involved, especially since the

floors are higher and more attention needs to be paid to safety."

The stakes are high in the construction industry, especially at this stage, so Camille has to be on her

toes, and that's what she told Mr. Moss.

The two talked briefly about work-related topics and time passed quickly, and when they arrived at the © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

apartment building, the atmosphere still had a sense of unfulfillment.

The two appeared together in front of Grandma, who was overjoyed.

But for fear of Camille's displeasure, she just snickered and didn't say anything blunt.

During the meal, Ayan took the initiative to take care of Grandma. Probably because of the weakness

of her mouth, Grandma couldn't help but say, "Ayan, don't just focus on me, you have to keep an eye

on Cami too, she is now eating for two by herself."

Camille kept giving her grandmother a look, but she pretended not to see it, but looked at Ayan and

said, "Actually, Cami is a soft-spoken, hard-hearted person, who says you've done a good job, but in

her heart she may blame you, so you have to pay more attention.

"Grandma!"

Camille frowned and couldn't help herself.

Grandma laughed: "Look at this, I'm not happy about this."

"You still say that?"

"OK, I won't say anything."

Ayan, who had rarely seen Camille's helpless but helpless look, smiled lightly and said, "Is it true what

Grandma said?"

Camille glared at Ayan with slight anger, her eyes full of sarcasm and warning.

Ayan hooked his lips and smiled, watching her anxious hairy look more and more amused.

Although she was angry and unhappy, the atmosphere was slowly becoming less cold and distant,

Ayan gave her food to appease her, and then whispered, "Even if it's true, I don't mind, you're fine like

this."

Camille was slightly stunned, looking at the bowl of vegetables he had plucked from the bowl is also

subconsciously pursed lips.

Only, his words Camille will not avoid parsing separately.

He says he doesn't mind, just because he doesn't love so he doesn't mind.

He said it was good, what was good about it?

If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to be such a character at all.

After all, how tired.

After dinner, the two of them wanted to chat with Grandma, but she refused and said, "Ayan, you

should go for a walk with Cami, she's pregnant and needs to walk more."

Camille argued, "Grandma, I walked all afternoon at the construction site today, I've reached my

exercise level, so you should stop forcing me to walk."

"I didn't see it, so it doesn't count."

"Grandma!"

Grandmother did not listen and turned to Ayan and said lightly, "Pregnant women are moody you are

more understanding and considerate."

Ayan nodded his head, "I understand."

Camille wanted to go straight back across the street, but Ayan said, "Grandma's gonna be watching us,

so we'll just walk downstairs and come back, okay?"

After the two of them skipped around the apartment building, Ayan took the initiative and asked, "Was

Grandma always this cheerful?"

"Well, it's always been."

Grandma is a very optimistic person.

Ayan smiled lightly: "It's good."

Camille didn't know how to beat him up for asking this, but in the end she didn't say anything else.

Half an hour later, the two also finished their walk.

When she got to the front door of the apartment, Camille said, "I'll just go up myself, so you don't have

to make another trip."

Camille's rejection and reminder were immediately clear to Ayan.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her faintly.

Four eyes locked, his face was expressionless, the depth under his eyes was thick, his voice was faint:

"Camille , are you still angry with me?"

Camille gave a slight pause and responded in a low voice, "No. Did we have anything to be angry

about, why would you ask that?"

"If you're not angry, why won't you let me go up there?"

"Up there you'll have to come down later, I just thought it would be a hassle."

"You are quite good at thinking about me, in that case, have you thought about how you are going to

answer me when I ask you the question?"

The question he asked?

Camille's ears were subconsciously ringing from the hospital when he asked, "Can we not get a

divorce?"

Camille pursed her lips and looked at him with a warm gaze, and the atmosphere between them

became quiet.

She opened her mouth after just a few seconds of silence and said, "My answer is ......."

Along with Camille's answer, Ayan's phone rang at that moment.

He frowned slightly, took out his phone and scanned it, then clicked to answer: "Yes?"

"Ayan , where is it? Come and have a drink!"

It was Rex who called, and Camille vaguely heard some of it.

Ayan subconsciously looked at her and she said lightly, "You go ahead, I'll go upstairs first."

After saying that, Camille turned around and walked back in the next second. After watching her figure

disappear in front of her eyes, Ayan responded coldly, "Go over there now."

Rex also heard Camille's voice and said with some uncertainty, "Are you and Camille being disturbed?"

"No." Ayan said, not allowing Rex to respond before the call was cut off.

When Ayan arrived at the club, Rex was already drunk.

After seeing Ayan, he held up his glass and said with a sense of wine, "Ayan, come on, have a drink,

let's not get drunk tonight!"

Ayan gave him a cold sweep and said, "Don't expect me to send you to Sienna's place or call her out

when you're drunk."

His blunt rejection was heartfelt and heartless.

Rex laughed: "Ayan, you think too much, how could I let you go to her, we've already made it clear that

we won't bother each other anymore."

"Really think it through?"

"Or what?" Rex's smile deepened, but the warm indifference under his eyes got heavier.