My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 662 Exchange

Chapter 662 Exchange

If the two really confronted each other, then the project probablywouldn't be smooth and peaceful either.

Camille pursed her lips as she nodded, "Mr. Burris, don't worry, I'll talkto Mr. Simpson, and as far as the project is concerned, whether it's meor Mr. Simpson or anyone else on the project, we have the same ideaas Mr. Burris.”

Horace face distant indifferent, also his eyes, he said: “I'm just afraidthat not everyone shares this idea. Camille, be careful, do not believe inthe wrong person.”

He seemed to have implied something in his words, but by the timeCamille looked back, he was already in the car and gone.

Horace's words left Camille in silence as she wondered what he meant.Was he to tell her not to trust Preston?

She could only think of that then. As for why not Ayan, naturallybecause she did not have this kind of thought for Ayan.

Camille shook her head to collect her curiosity, then drove to thenearby supermarket to buy ingredients for soup and some vegetables.She came back to make soup and had a simple meal on her own, andby the time she got to the hospital, it was late afternoon.

During that time, Ayan did not have a message or phone call, and shewondered if he was still busy.

Camille entered the hospital elevator from the basement to the wardwith her lunch box. She was not the only one in the elevator. There wasalso a middle-aged woman dressed plainly but very neatly. She wasprobably not feeling very well. Her face was pale and she looked sick.The two ladies’ eyelines ran into each other and both nodded politelywith a light smile as the elevator doors closed and slowly rose.

Since they didn't know each other, they naturally didn't have anycommunication. Camille was thinking about Ayan's foot injury. Whatshould they do during such a period of time if it would take threemonths for him to recover?

Did she have to take care of him for the whole three months?

When he was still in the hospital, it was fine, but after he wasdischarged, it would seem inappropriate.

Although their current relationship was closer, but they were divorcedanyway, so it was not right.

So Camille didn't want to get closer to Ayan for taking care of him whenhe had a foot injury, and she didn't want to live together completely withhim just in this way.

When Camille was planning to talk to Sienna later about what to do, themiddle-aged woman next to her leaned over. Camille almostsubconsciously reacted to immediately reach out to help her, so shedidn't fall down to the ground.

Camille hurriedly asked, "Is it okay?"

The woman nodded gently, not yet completely recovered, and said inan extremely soft voice: "Hmm."

Camille supported her, and she still had to carry the lunch box. Lookingat her sickly look, Camille gently asked: “Did you come to the hospitalalone? Do you have a family with you? Do you need me to contact yourfamily for you?"

She took several deep breaths, then it got a little better. She said softly:"My son is parking the car and will soon come up.”

"Hmm." Camille held her up without the slightest dare to take it lightly,especially as she was not feeling particularly well. Although it was onlya stranger, but since she ran into it, she couldn't just be ignorant.

The elevator door opened at that moment and Camille helped her out.This was the floor where the cardiology inpatient unit was located.

She has probably recovered a lot by this time, and her voice was not asweak as it was just now. She said, "Thank you, if it wasn't for you today,I would probably have fallen down inside the elevator.”

“You're welcome, sit down for a moment and I'll leave when your soncomes." Camille helped her to a chair in the hallway and sit down, thenwaited with her.

During this period, the two briefly said a few words. The middle-agedwoman's name was Grant, and she felt uncomfortable with her heart.This time, because of her son's begging, she had to come to thehospital. In fact, she was not very willing to get hospitalized, becauseshe did not like the smell of the hospital. She had some rejection, butcould not refuse her son.

Camille listened and could not help but smile. She said, "Your son is agood one, this is also for your health and to avoid the situation just inthe elevator. So, even if you do not like the hospital, you should get onwith the treatment for early recovery. If you are in good health, your sonwill also be relieved. Naturally, he will not always make a fuss about it. *"Well, you are very right. I also understand what you said actually. Itwas just that I couldn't convince myself in my heart. But after hearingyour words, I also think about it. Everything else is not as important ashealth.” Gracelynn smiled faintly. The years had left subtle marks onher face, but it did not affect her beauty in any way.

Gracelynn and Talia were completely different women. Although bothare very beautiful and very gentle, Talia was a woman of elegance andnobility, while Gracelynn was tender, mature, and indifferent to moneyand fame.

After Gracelynn had a few words with Camille, her address alsochanged from Miss Armstrong at the beginning to Camille now. Shesaid, "Let's exchange our numbers. Thank you today, your kindnesssaved my life."

"Gracelynn, you are too polite. If you say so, then we should notexchange contacts. I don't want you to do anything to thank me."Camille was very honest and spoke her mind.

Gracelynn listened and smiled, "Okay, I promise just to keep in touchand never do anything to thank you."

The two then exchanged contacts, and just as they were doing so, theysaw Gracelynn looking in the direction of the elevator and waving,"Jordan, I'm here."

Gracelynn said to Camille, "My son is here."

She smiled gently. Camille also followed the direction of her sight.When she saw the man striding towards them, she was slightlystunned.

Similarly, when the man saw her, he subconsciously frowned with aslight surprise, and came to a halt.

Gracelynn pointed to him. "Camille, this is my son Jordan."

"Jordan, this is Camille."

The two glanced at each other and nodded with a slight bow of theirheads, then both said, "Nice to meet you."

Camille stood up as she said to Gracelynn, "Gracelynn, I'll go firstthen."

Gracelynn reached out to stop Camille as she unhurriedly recountedwhat had just happened in the elevator, which struck Camille as a littletoo serious, and she hastily took over. "Gracelynn, didn't we agree thatwe didn't need to be over polite?"

Gracelynn smiled slightly, "Even though you said so, it's true that youhelped me."

Camille didn't think it was a big deal, but the man, who didn't say muchthe whole time while listening, spoke in a gentle voice: "MissArmstrong, I'm Jordan, thank you for helping my mother. I reallyappreciate it."

His voice was gentle and low, with every word said very seriously.Although it was only a "thank you", Camille could feel his sincerity.Camille also nodded: "You're welcome.”

Jordan gaze mildly look at her. He said without the slightestconcealment, "Miss Armstrong, this is the third time we've met eachother. You helped me a lot this time. I owe you a favor."

“You are being too polite. I did not specifically help you with anything,just luckily met Gracelynn." Camille looked at Gracelynn and said,"Since your son has come, then I will leave first, you have to listen tothe doctor's instructions!"

Gracelynn nodded and waved before Camille carried the bento box tothe elevator.

Gracelynn looked at Camille's back and her voice was soft as she saidto Jordan, "Camille is very nice."

Jordan frowned and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?"