My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 663 - Insane

Chapter 663 - Insane

After Jordan asked, Gracelynn just smiled gently: "Of course I didn'tmean anything. I just think she is very nice."

Jordan didn't say another word, just reached over and supportedGracelynn to stand up from her chair and took her to the doctor's office.Camille had also come out of the elevator. The name of Jordanrepeatedly sound in her mind. It was familiar, as if she had heard itsomewhere before.

As she walked, she thought about it. And as she was about to reach thedoor of the ward where Ayan was staying, she suddenly remembered it.It was two days ago in the restaurant, when Ayan and a few of themchatted about Jordan of the Bailey family in Hance City, the eldest sonwhose younger brother had taken all the limelight and in the Baileyfamily, he didn't have any say.

The outside world talked about Jordan as being very poor as if he liveda miserable life in the Bailey family, but she felt Jordan was fine.Because he was very good to Gracelynn, and Gracelynn was alsocaring for her son and seemed to be very proud of him, so it was notlike that she only loved the second son, right?

The more Camille thought about it, the more confused she became.Subconsciously there was a question arising from her heart.

If she had a second child besides Timmy, would she be biased?

After this thought popped up, she didn't think of an answer, but realizedthat she was being ridiculous. And she immediately let go, not allowingherself to think any more. If Ayan knew what she just thought about, hewould definitely laugh at her and even think that she had started toaccept him.

She immediately stopped and shook her head violently to try to shakethe thought out of her head. Her action fell into the eyes of Kian, whowas coming out of the ward. Seeing this, Kian was also frozen for amoment, not knowing whether to continue going out or to pretend not tosee her and go back to the ward?

Ayan also noticed Kian's movement and asked in a emotionless voice,"What are you doing?"

Kian paused, turned back to Ayan and responded in a low voice, "Mrs.Simpson is here, but something might be wrong with her.”

Ayan's brow furrowed slightly in confusion as he asked, "What's wrongwith her?"

Kian: "I'm not sure. Mrs. Simpson was walking and then suddenlystopped and shook her head. I wonder if she thought of anythingunhappy.”

Ayan didn't see it, so he could only imagine Camille shaking her headfrom Kian's description, before saying steadily, "Now that she's come,you can go 100."

Kian immediately understood that he was driving people away, and thathe was an eyesore.

Originally he was also going to leave, only because he did not want toembarrass Camille. It seemed that his decision was a mistake, and thathe should not have stayed a second longer.

As Kian left the ward again, Camille was just walking to the door.Seeing Kian, she said, "Are you leaving?"

Kian nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson."

Had he not left without stopping, Mr. Simpson would have got out of hisbed and thrown him out the window.

Kian didn't dare to stay a second longer, and after saying goodbye toCamille, he immediately lifted his feet and walked away.

Camille was slightly surprised by his reaction and walked into the roomand casually closed the door behind her, asking Ayan curiously, "What'swrong with Kian?"

“I don't know. Maybe he thought you were here, and staying a secondlonger would disturb us, so he wanted to leave as soon as possible!"His gaze was gentle, quite different his cold stare at Kian just now. Atthis moment, his eyes were so tender that they could drip like water.As for his words, Camille also looked at him in doubt and said nothing.She carried the bento box to the bed and placed it on top of a smalltable, then she heard Ayan ask, "Don't you believe me?"

She glanced at him and said indifferently, "I don't believe you." It wasnot a big deal, so it didn't matter if she believed it or not.

Camille opened the box. The bento box had its own small bowl andspoon. She put the soup in the small bowl and handed it to Ayan. "Imade the soup. You can have a try."

Ayan looked at her with tender eyes and reached out to take the soup.He took some with a spoon. The fragrance came to his nose. The tasteof soup was very light and did not cover the aroma of the ingredients inany way. He took another sip and responded with a serious look,"Pretty nice.”

"Really?"

"Well, it was my comment from the heart.”

He spoke seriously and did not give the impression of being perfunctoryat all.

Camille said, “Then you have more. There's more here."

"Good." He responded in a low voice and finished the small bow! ofsoup quickly. Camille poured him another bowl. His movements wereelegant but neat, that was, each move was done in a manly manner,yet no one felt he was too rude.

It was just nice to look at, like a character in a movie, which the actortook repeated practices to perform.

Camille withdrew her eyes with unchanged expression, then reachedfor a chair and sat down at the bedside. Ayan's voice also sounded, "It'sthe first time I tasted your soup. I want to drink it again tomorrow, is itokay?"

"Sure." Camille met his gaze and asked, "What kind of soup would youlike?"

"Anything cooked by you."

"Okay, then pig's feet. It just happens that your feet are injured. OK foryou?"

She tilted her head, and did not forget to raise her eyebrows andsmiled, looking playful. Ayan's heart was pounding.

He laughed lightly and asked, "What do you compare me to?"

“No, you're overthinking it."

"You think I can't understand?”

He asked in a low voice.

Camille smiled, "So what do you think? What am I comparing you to?"He naturally would not answer. She was deliberately leading him saythose words himself.

How could Ayan not know about her calculations?

He was not a person who would bear to lose, so at this momentnaturally it was impossible for him to easily let Camille go. He directlyreached out, pulled her into his arms and held her tight, his voice low,asking, "Want to call me a pig?"

Camille struggled a little at first, worried about touching his injury. Butafter hearing his words, she gave up and laughed.

Camille said, "I did not say so, but you said it yourself. That is what youthink in your own heart, but do not accuse me!"

She laughed so happily that her eyes narrowed into a line, and herwhole body shrank weary in his arms, making his deep black eyesshrink fiercely. The darkness under his eyes became more and moreprofound, and his voice also became dark and low: "Do you feel boredto stay here with me?"

Camille pursed her lips slightly and said, "If I say yes, then you won't letme keep you company?"

"You wish!"

He said without mercy.

Camille laughed, "Then don't ask, I'm afraid you won't accept the realanswer.”

"Just deliberately teasing me, are you?"

"Yeah!"

"Got a hold of me, did you?"

"I didn't say that.”

Ayan lightly cupped her chin, a pair of dark eyes staring, which flashedsome dangerous hints. Not waiting for Camille to be prepared, he haddirectly come forward and bit her chin hard. The pain caused Camille tohiss.

"Ah!"

Ayan smiled triumphantly, his eyes slightly narrowed, his voice full ofthreat, “You know how to punish me."

Camille wrinkled her brow and the smile on her face had long sincedisappeared as she glared angrily at him, "You're crazy!"

"Well, I'm crazy, so be nice and stop tormenting me by moving around,huh?"

He sounded dumb to the extreme, hands around her waist tightly. Evenwith the clothes, Camille could still vaguely detect the warmth of hisfingers.

Her eyes fluttered and she instantly understood what he just meant bythose words.

Her entire body stiffened in his arms and even dared not to breathe. Ithad been many times that Ayan had used such words to suggest hisreaction. Each time it reminded Camille, the distance between themgrew closer and closer.

Is this true of their hearts as well?

Probably because they did not sleep well last night, the two just nestledtogether for a long time and did not speak, and then they fell asleep.

It was until late afternoon, when a knock at the door of the ward wokethe two from their slumber.