My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 657 - Favouring Your Wife

Chapter 657 - Favouring your wife

Mrs. Bell said it with a gentle, so Preston was naturally slightly pursedhis lips and nodded: "Of course, it is also true that I originally wanted toinvite Mr. Simpson, but Mr. Simpson's schedule is relatively busy, so Ican't bother him with it."

Mrs. Bell hurriedly looked at Camille and said, “Look, Mr. Baxter hassaid so, maybe you can call and ask him?"

Camille naturally wouldn't make this call, just gently declined: "He has adinner party in the evening, so a call at this time might bother him. Let'sjust start our dinner!"

Mr. Bell understood: "Cami is right, let's eat, and we'll get togetherwhen Ayan is free. We're all on the same project anyway. It's easy toget together some time."

After Mr. Bell's words, everyone nodded.

After a short hiccup, the food was served.

While everyone was eating, Preston also took the initiative to get theconversation going.

He first thanked Camille before raising his glass to Mr. Bell. Camille andMrs. Bell were eating and chatting in a very cordial atmosphere.

Such a scene made Preston darken. A reverie rose in his mind.

If he was the one standing next to Camille today, was it possible thatthey would be attending this meal today as husband and wife?

The more he thought about it, the thicker and deeper of the emotionunder his eyes, and the more ruthless his heart became.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then poured another glass of wine andturned to Camille. "Camille, I want to toast you. Thank you for takingcare of me. If I have ever done anything wrong, I hope you will be kindenough with your tolerance.”

After saying that, he already raised his glass and drank first.

Mr. Bell smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Baxter is being too polite. Camilleis not a petty person, and you are a member of this project. It is all rightfor us to take care of you."

"That said, it's a courtesy that Mr. Bell and Mrs. Simpson haveextended to me, but I cannot take it for granted, can 1?" Preston smiledgently and stared at Camille.

Camille didn't feel anything strange about the toast, so she also pickedup the glass straight to the mouth, ready to drink.

At this time, the manager who was there at service suddenly cameforward: "Mrs. Simpson, drink juice, please. You have never drunkalcohol when you usually come over, and before Mr. Simpson alsoinstructed that your stomach is weak, so juice is better for you!"Camille slightly froze, the gloom hovering her heart throughout theafternoon also vanished. She felt very warm. Although her face had notchanged much, the smile overflowing under her eyes was so obvious.She reached for the manager's juice and whispered, "Thank you!"

The manager politely replied: "This is all I should do.”

Camille sipped the juice in front of the other three people, and then putdown the glass of juice in hand. Mrs. Bell's voice also slowly sounded:“Look how much Ayan spoiled his wife. Everywhere he arrangedpeople to take care of you, tsk. Timmy is growing up, but they're still inlove. What an example for young couples. *

Mrs. Bell's face was full of smiles as she stared at Camille. The look inher eyes was exactly like seeing her favorite junior replace true love.

Mr. Bell also smiled. Although the words sounded like laughing at Ayan,but actually they were flattering on Ayan and Camille's goodrelationship.

Camille was embarrassed and lowered down her head. Her afterglowinadvertently swept across Preston. His face had always been beenwearing a smile, but that smile made people feel uncomfortable in theheart. This was a kind of smile with a cold mockery.

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, then skimmed back her gaze.

Mrs. Bell naturally did not know the expressions of the two, and herface was still full of smiles as she said, "Mr. Baxter should also have agirlfriend already, right?"

Preston looked at Mrs. Bell with a smile on his face. "Well, I'm datingand should be getting married soon."

"Wow, congratulations! Make sure you invite us all to the weddingbanquet then.” Mrs. Bell was particularly enthusiastic about thesehappy occasions.

Preston said, "Of course, it's a great honor for me to have everyonehere together.”

“You're welcome, we're already friends." Mrs. Bell asked, "Why didn'tyou bring your girlfriend to dinner with you tonight? Cami and I mighthave made one more friend.”

Mrs. Bell loved to make friends and was very sincere with people, andshe was even better to those she liked, just like Camille. But eventhose who were not very close to her, she would still be very sincere,even if the communication would be less.

Preston's attitude was always gentle and courteous. He smiledelegantly, his voice soft: “She has not come to Hance City yet, but shewill come in the next two days. Then I will definitely bring her to dinnerwith everyone, but I hope Mrs. Simpson can take more care of her.”“It's only natural, and Cami and I haven't made any new friends in along time." Mrs. Bell always mentioned Cami, almost as if she had toldPreston she liked Cami very much.

But how could Preston not see it? With a smile in his eyes, he followedMrs. Bell's words and asked softly, "Mrs. Bell likes Camille a lot."

Mrs. Bell nodded her head without hesitation, and she looked atCamille beside her. She reached out and took Camille's handvoluntarily, with a kind of bragging tone: "Cami and I are destined to befriends. We have same views on many things. Although we still havesome distance across our ages, it does not affect our relationship inany way. She is very frank with me and didn't have the slightestpartiality towards me because of my status in the project, which I thinkis very rare in today's world, so I like her a lot."

Mrs. Bell's words touched Camille's heart, and she couldn't help butsay, "I like you too."

The two of them smiled at each other, making Mr. Bell couldn't help butexclaim, "Are you two ready to go beyond our conjugal love in yourfriendship?”

"Of course not, you are the most important person in Mrs. Bell's heart.”Camille laughed.

This topic made the atmosphere in the box very lively. Looking at thewoman in front of him, smiling like a blooming flower, the look underPreston's eyes turned deeper and deeper. The phone on the table alsovibrated at that moment. He reached out to pick it up without changinghis expression. He glanced at the message: "All is well."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, then raised his glass: "This toast isto wish Mr. Bell and Mrs. Bell a long and loving relationship.

The three raised their glasses and clinked with Preston, then beforeCamille could bring the juice to her mouth, her phone suddenly rang atthat moment.

She put down her glass of juice and picked up the cell phone she hadset aside and looked at it. It was Kian calling.

Camille subconsciously frowned, because Kian would not contact herfor nothing. So she could not help but guess that Ayan asked him toask anything?

She didn't even leave the room and answered immediately. Camilledidn't have time to make a sound, Kian's slightly anxious voice camefrom the other side: "Mrs. Simpson, something happened to Mr.Simpson. Can you come to the hospital now?"

"What's going on?"

The expression on Camille's face instantly sank coldly, especially whenshe heard about the hospital, and the uneasiness and worry in herheart subconsciously rose up along with her.

Her voice was also audible to the three people in the room, and Mrs.Bell immediately looked to Camille and asked in a low voice, "What'swrong?"

Camille shook her head and held her breath to remain silent as Kian'svoice rang in her ears once again.