My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 89: Ms. Armstrong's meal

"Of course not, it's just that she was tired last night and you calling so early would affect her rest, so I

had to answer it for her."

The phrase "she was tired last night" made Preston's face pale and silent.

Ayan added: "Preston, Camille is married, do you know what you are doing now? If word gets out you

will not have the face to continue to stay in Hance City. If you don't want to be embarrassed, put away

your thoughts and keep your distance from her, otherwise even your years of friendship will not save

you."

He cut the call off without waiting for Preston to respond.

Ayan clutched the phone, no ripples on his face, but a cold chill under his eyes.

This Preston is really haunting.

He put the phone on silent and put it back and left the bedroom.

Camille slept until 9:30 when she woke up, stretched, picked up her phone and immediately sat up.

Several missed calls, and WeChat messages.

All from one person.

"Cami, what do you mean you're not answering the phone? Is it because my words last night made you

angry?"

"Really angry?"

"Aren't you going to go to dinner with me tonight?"

Camille rubbed her hair, then immediately replied, "Sorry, I just got up, I'm not mad, of course I'll go

with you tonight."

The other side returned a reassuring expression: "It's good that you're not angry, you don't have to

come over to keep me company during the day, I'll walk around Hance City alone, see you tonight."

"Okay."

She tapped down two words before lifting the covers and getting up.

The curtains in the bedroom were also closed tightly, so if I hadn't looked at the time I wouldn't have

known what time it was.

She sighed and changed the phone's password and fingerprint.

She washed up and went downstairs to finish her breakfast, then this drove to the office.

She would rarely be so late. When she returned to the office, Yessica also came in immediately with

the drawing materials, and Yessica looked at her with a smile, "Ms. Armstrong, you look so beautiful

today."

"Say, is it that you feel too tired lately and want to rest?"

"No, I'm telling the truth, you're really extraordinarily beautiful today, it just feels a bit like .......

Nourished by love, Ms. Armstrong, you're not in love, are you?"

Love?

Camille face slightly stiff, full of love nourished like the brain, the mind came up with some

inappropriate images, and then the face also suddenly slightly red.

Yessica didn't miss any change of expression on her face the whole time, and when she saw her

reaction, she was even more sure: "Wow, Ms. Armstrong, are you really in love?"

"No."

"You do, I feel like your whole body is revealing pink bubbles, Ms. Armstrong, have I ever seen your

boyfriend?" Yessica was so excited that she was a little girl who had discovered someone else's secret

and was overflowing with excitement.

Camille did not have time to speak, she asked a low question: "Is it Mr. Walker? But it does not seem

like, after all, you see Mr. Walker's eyes do not have stars, then is it Mr. Simpson ah? He had a fight

with Mr. Walker last time, isn't it because of you ......."

"Yessica, don't you have to work? Gossiping about your boss during work hours I think you don't want

to keep hanging out, right?"

Camille interrupted her indifferently, not allowing her to continue to imagine that she and Ayan were

married, otherwise she would probably think about it. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Camille is not a particularly smiley person, but when she smiles she is bright and beautiful, but at the

moment she has a cold face, delicate and beautiful face cold and reveals aloof and detached, so that

her precious highlight extraordinarily unattainable.

Yessica immediately stood up straight and put away the gossip: "Ms. Armstrong, I've compiled these

materials, and I'll send them to Mr. Moss at the construction site after you've gone over them."

"I'll take a look at it first and get back to you if I have any questions."

"Okay, then I'll go out first."

Yessica pursed her lips, not even daring to breathe again, she coyly left the office and closed the door

behind her.

Her small movements Camille all in the bottom of the eyes, the corners of the mouth hooked up

helpless light smile, she is not really angry, just no need to continue to say.

Camille finished organizing the artwork and was busy until lunchtime.

Preston made a reservation for la fondue, and the two ate inside the office, with Preston not saying a

word about the morning's events.

But he clearly saw the stinging red marks on Camille's white neck, and it was self-evident what those

marks were for. His gaze became deep and dark as he whispered tentatively, "Camille, has your

relationship with Ayan improved recently?"

"Why do you ask that?"

She didn't feel any better, after all, he didn't love her, so what was the point of having feelings?

Preston did not directly poke, just lightly said: "Personal feelings."

"Then how can it get better when you feel wrong and he doesn't love me." Camille said warmly, a trace

of sadness slipped under her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, she smiled and said, "Eat, I don't want to

talk about it."

Preston gave a low muffled sound, then stopped talking.

But Camille's cell phone rang the next second. It was on the coffee table, and both she and Preston

could see the note on the screen, and she frowned slightly before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"At the office? "

"Hmm."

"Why don't you get more sleep?"

Ayan's voice was low and his words were suggestive, making Camille uncomfortable.

She said lightly, "I need to work, unlike you even if you do not go to the company, there are people

working for you, but I can not ah."

"Then how about you come to Simpson Group and I'll make you the seat?"

He said it easily, but not half in jest.

Camille froze: "What did I do that you did?"

"I'll assist you and be your secretary, and Ms. Armstrong will just reward you with a meal, okay?"

The man's magnetic voice shouting the words "Ms. Armstrong" made Camille's face flush and a little

nervous.

She just casually muddled through, "I'll think about it."

"Sure, think about it and give me an answer, huh?" Ayan's voice was low and then he asked, "Have

you had lunch?"

"Eating now, are you?"

"Eat what?"

"Coconut chicken."

"Alone?"

He whispered a follow-up question.

Camille subconsciously looked across at Preston, their eyes met, Preston looked as usual without any

difference, Camille got up and left the couch and went to stand in front of the window, then whispered:

"No, with Preston."

The man on the other end of the phone was immediately quiet, and Camille was silent.

After a brief moment of immersion, Ayan said lightly, "Camille, is that why you'd rather have dinner with

him than come to the Simpson Group to meet me for dinner?"

Camille : "?"

She froze, then said, "Ayan , but you didn't come to me for dinner either."

"You mean if I went to you, you would simply refuse Preston to accompany me to dinner?"

He asked in a low, deep voice, as if he had to have a satisfactory answer from Camille before he could

rest.