My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 44 - Is it a real divorce this time?

At the sound of the man's voice, Camille subconsciously looked up, but ran right into his cold, deep

eyes.

Looking at his handsome face filled with displeasure, Camille said with some confusion, "I didn't wait

impatiently, I just didn't want to not want to delay you, so I prepared early and waited for you here in

advance."

Isn't it better to be early?

Wouldn't he be able to be with Eileen right away?

Camille doesn't understand what he's angry about.

But she didn't ask, just looked at her in silence.

Ayan glared at her as if she was upset, and it just so happened that Eileen came down from upstairs,

and she whispered, "Ayan ......"

"Hmm." That's when he headed down.

Then Eileen said, "Ayan, are you guys going to check in later?"

Camille ignored it, pretending she didn't hear it, and it wasn't like they were asking her anyway.

Ayan said with uncertain emotion, "Hmm."

It's almost as if the words are shy.

Camille thought he was probably in a really bad mood, after all, he was so cold in the face of his

sweetheart.

It is better for her to talk less.

Eileen was so happy that she asked, "So Ayan, why don't we eat out tonight?"

Ayan didn't refuse, just said, "Besides, if it's not arranged I'll have Kian pick you up, huh?"

"Good." Eileen smiled and nodded.

Camille felt like an outsider at the moment, on the verge of being overwhelmed.

Luckily Kit came at this time to remind for breakfast.

Half an hour or so later, after breakfast Ayan went out first and got in the car, Camille took the ID holder

and rushed to follow.

The two of them rode in the same car, and when the car was ready to start, Eileen came over and bent

over to look at Camille and Ayan through the car window, and she said, "Ayan, Camille, I congratulate

you both in advance for being single, Camille, and I thank you for taking care of Ayan for me this year,

can we be friends from now on? Can we be friends from now on?"

Camille's face was expressionless and her eyes were warm as she looked at Eileen, "Does Miss Khan

like to be friends with her husband's ex-wife? Then sorry, I have little interest in my ex-husband's

current one, so we may not be able to be friends."

"Camille, you think too much, you don't love Ayan and Ayan doesn't love you, you only got married

because you were filial to your elders, so you can be good friends after the divorce, right? Besides,

Ayan will also take care of you in the future, and it's my duty to take care of you when Ayan and I get

married, so we can be friends."

"Sorry, I'm not a Madonna, Miss Khan wants to do it then help yourself."

She finished lightly and raised the window straight up, successfully blocking out Eileen's voice.

Camille turned to Ayan: "Ayan, let's go."

Ayan did not participate in the conversation between the two, and only after he stepped on the gas

pedal and started the car did he give her a faint glance and said in an unclear tone, "Eileen's words did

not mean anything else, so why are you reacting so strongly?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

"What facts?"

He asked.

"Ayan , I don't think we can still be friends after the divorce, much less I think I can be friends with

Eileen, after all, shouldn't the divorce be broken completely for the benefit of our mutual future on the

other side?"

Most importantly, she is not yet relieved enough to watch the man she loves fall in love with his

beloved.

A qualified ex-wife should never have any more dealings.

For her explanation Ayan also did not say anything, just when her phone also rang at this time.

Camille saw the note on the phone screen, her face was slightly pale, and her finger then swiped to

reject it.

Ayan saw her movements and asked indifferently, "Why don't you answer?"

"It's not an urgent call, don't answer it."

She looked out the window.

The call was from Page, of course she understood what it was about?

So she didn't want to pick it up.

But before hanging up and then called, Camille looked indifferent and simply turned off the phone.

Let's wait until she has checked inwith Ayan.

Ayan asked, "Who's calling?"

"My mom."

"Why don't you pick it up?"

Camille just said, "She doesn't want us to get divorced, so it doesn't matter if she picks up or not."

Ayan's eyes were deep in understanding as he asked, "Your relationship with the Armstrongs is not as

good as it seems, is it?"

"Pretty much, nothing good or bad."

Camille didn't want to talk about it. After a year of marriage, Ayan had never asked her about her

relationship with the Armstrong family, so there was no point in talking about it now that she was getting

divorced.

Her coldness Ayan naturally sensed it, and gave her a downcast look before saying, "Your parents

don't want us to divorce, and if you don't have their permission, how will you deliver afterwards?"

"I'm an adult and can make decisions about my own affairs, so you don't have to worry so much for

me."

She did not have the slightest emotion, just a very calm and considerable response.

But in Ayan's ears it became a deliberate refusal to distance themselves from each other, and Ayan's

face became more and more gloomy, and his deep eyes were flushed with coldness.

Both were silent after that.

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau and stopped steadily.

As soon as they enter this door outside, the two will have nothing to do with each other when they

come out again.

They tacitly keep silent, the atmosphere in the car is extraordinarily quiet, so quiet that you can hear

each other's breathing.

Half a minute passed and Camille spoke up first, "Ayan , let's go inside."

"Hmm."

He responded indifferently.

Camille pushed open the car door and was about to get out when Ayan's cell phone suddenly rang.

When the call was answered, he spoke in a low, deep voice: "What's wrong?"

I don't know what was said on the other end, but I saw that his face became more and more ugly, and

his brows were knitted tightly, then the next second he ended the call and turned his head to Camille

and said, "Eileen is not feeling well, I have to go to the hospital now, do you want to go with me?"

Camille frowned slightly as she said, "Can't we just check in before we go?"

"Camille , Eileen's physical abnormalities can be life-threatening at any time, and if compared to the

divorce, naturally she is more important to me."

After saying that, without waiting for Camille to respond again, he stepped on the gas and headed to

the hospital.

The speed was so fast that Camille, who had already unbuckled her seat belt, had to fasten it again. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The rest of the light swept the man's handsome face gloomy and heavy, she thought, at this moment

he is already very worried about Eileen, for Eileen with her to postpone the divorce and what is it?

After all, he said it himself, Eileen is more important.

Camille pursed her lips and was speechless all the way to the hospital.

But she didn't get out of the car, she just said, "I won't go, I'll wait for you here."

"As you wish."

He glanced indifferently at Camille , then lifted his feet and walked into the hospital.

His anxious back made her inwardly dim.

Ayan has been there for a long time and hasn't come out. Eileen's condition is probably very serious,

right?