My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 85 Guess who I am?

"Mrs. Simpson, I'm the boss."

Well, he's the boss and the boss is the biggest.

He suddenly asked, "Let's eat out today, what do you want to eat?"

"Why do you want to eat out?"

"Tired of eating home cooked food." He dropped a sentence lightly, and the cooks far away in

Hanyama Manson all sneezed in unison, a little chill running down their backs.

The two eventually went for Thai cuisine, and Camille recently fell in love with tom yum soup, the more

sour the better.

Just brought up she drank a bowl full, and then the other dishes are not interested in the slightest, but

this pot of soup is deep in her heart.

Ayan frowned slightly, "Is it that good?"

"Try it, it's sour and spicy, it tastes great."

Camille said she picked up the spoon and was about to put it in her mouth, but before she could reach

her mouth her wrist was suddenly gripped by Ayan and the soup that was supposed to go to her mouth

went straight to his.

He drank directly from her spoon.

Camille stared at him in a daze, but he did not have the slightest difference, his eyebrows slightly

frowned, said lightly: "Well, very sour, but very sweet."

Sweet?

This soup is sweet?

Camille looked at him with a bewildered expression, is he okay?

But soon afterwards they reacted to what he meant by sweet, and their cheeks suddenly flushed, and

the hot feeling made her eyes dazed and dull as they stared at him unblinking.

Camille pursed her lips and lowered her head, the soup seemed impossible to continue.

He just held the wrist and his fingertips left under the temperature, obviously the two have long been

honest with each other, what intimate things have been done, but such an atmosphere will still feel a

heart thumping feeling.

Noticing her pause, Ayan asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you eating?"

She whispered, "Satiated ......"

"So soon? I thought you said this soup was good?" He curled his lips into a smile and said lightly,

"Camille , you're not shy, are you?"

She frowned slightly, her eyes averted from continuing to look at him, "I'm not."

Ayan nodded in agreement, "Well, you didn't, I was the one who was shy, huh?"

Camille simply stopped talking, every time she could not say anything to him in the matter of fighting,

many times the experience has led her to a conclusion, can not say when shut up is the biggest winner.

After dinner, it was already after 8:00 pm when we returned to Hanyama Manson.

Camille went to her room first to finish her shower while Ayan sat on the soft leather couch in her

bedroom reading a book.

The cell phone she had placed on the coffee table suddenly rang at that moment.

She walked over and picked up the phone, it was an unfamiliar number, she picked it up directly in front

of Ayan: "Hello?"

"Guess who I am?"

The gentle man's voice with extreme magnetism is extra clear in the quiet bedroom.

Camille subconsciously looked at Ayan on the sofa, he was also looking at her, four eyes looked at

each other, she moved away first, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, light voice to the person on

the other end of the phone: "I do not guess, I know who you are."

"Heard it so quickly?"

"Of course, your voice is so recognizable, why did you suddenly think to call me?"

Her eyes looked out of the window, but the afterglow always felt an uncomfortable sight that kept

staring at her.

She simply turned around and walked towards the balcony, without the eyes of the tiger staring at her,

the whole person is relaxed and comfortable.

The person on the other end of the phone said with a smile, "Missed you and was going to look for

you."

"Looking for me? You're so socially scared you're willing to leave your house just to see me? I think

you're lying to me, but I have no proof." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Camille was a little surprised.

"It's true, I'll be in Hance City tomorrow night, is it convenient to pick me up?"

The gentle man's voice is low and magnetic, although it is just a simple word, but also will make people

listen to fascination.

Camille hooked her lips and smiled, "Sure, what time?"

When the person said the time, Camille added, "Shall I arrange a place for you to stay, or do you

already have an arrangement?"

"I came over this time is to return a friend's favor, should stay for a few days, accommodation I can

arrange myself, mainly want to meet with you, counting we have not seen each other for more than a

year, right?"

"Okay, listen to you, know that you are a high cool persona, remember to wrap yourself up tighter, or

I'm worried about being mobbed."

"You still don't know what kind of person I am? Is this an attempt to ridicule me and see me laugh?"

"How dare I? You are the dream prince of thousands of young girls."

The two of them talked for a long time, and Camille's mood gradually improved.

After ending the call, she opened her hand and embraced the air, then turned around to go inside, but

before she could put her hand down, she saw the man standing behind her at some point staring at her

for a moment.

Her eyes widened, "How long have you been standing here?"

"I'll be standing here when you come out."

He did not change his face without the slightest embarrassment, but rather a sense of justification.

Camille said with a frown of displeasure, "Why are you listening to my phone conversation?"

"I'm standing here openly because you were too absorbed in talking on the phone and didn't hear my

footsteps, so why blame me instead, huh? Camille, whose phone call made you so absorbed and so

afraid of being heard by me?"

His handsome face is still devoid of any emotion, but his deep eyes reveal a few deep and obscure

profundities.

He looked at her carefully and could clearly feel the vitality emanating from her body, especially the

clean and bright face with a heartfelt smile that made him feel blinding.

Camille said lightly, "Just a friend, no fear of being heard by you, because you don't scare me at all."

"Just friends?"

"Right."

Camille can't help but think about it, he seems to be extraordinarily rambunctious these days,

especially when it comes to wild speculation.

"Talking to your friends makes you this happy?"

The curve on his lips was slightly deep, and his deep eyes were like the midnight ink sea,

unfathomable.

"It's nice to feel happy because it's been too long since I've seen you."

"Since it's a happy thing, share it with me, huh?"

He pursued the question step by step.

Camille's frown tightened, a beautiful face full of helplessness said: "Ayan , I said, just because it's

been too long since I've seen each other because I received a phone call so I think it will be very

happy, but for you is not something to be happy, so do not share it, right?"

She didn't know how to share, after all, there really wasn't anything to share.

Ayan is frowning.

He stared at Camille and said, "Is it really not something for me to be happy about, or did you find an

excuse like that to put me off because you didn't really want to share it?"

"I'm not making excuses, Ayan , it's late, I don't want to get into an argument with you on this, I want to

rest now, okay?"

The first thing that happened was that Ayan didn't make a sound, but when she brushed past him, he

suddenly reached out to stop her and then put her against the wall, blocking all her paths.

He gazed at her with downcast eyes and asked in a low voice, "What's your hurry? Was I right?"

"No."

"What's that? Why won't you share it with me?"

He seemed extraordinarily insistent on getting everything straight.

"Just a friend to come over to Hance City in the next two days to have something, we will meet for

dinner, because it has been too long not see, the relationship is also very good, so I feel very happy,

this answer and explanation you are satisfied with ........ Well ......."