My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 692 Jealousy

Chapter 692 Jealousy

Preston's voice is soft and low, and his tone gives a flavor of ambiguity.Louise was attracted by such a man, she gently pursed her lips, andher voice was not as harsh as to Camille but full of tenderness, shesaid, "Mr. Baxter, I don't mean anything else, I just want to work wellwith Mr. Baxter and cooperate with Mr. Baxter's arrangement tocomplete this project, because like Mr. Baxter such a good andhandsome man I think there must be many girls admire. Mr. Baxtersuch an excellent and handsome man I think there must be many girlsadmire, so Mr. Baxter and why take the initiative to show a person?"Louise didn't fail to notice how gentle Preston's attitude towards Camillewas, but Camille's reaction was cold and watery, no ripples at all, she'dseen a lot of women like that.

She thought that a man like Preston might not be able to see Camille'smind, but she wouldn't. She wouldn't allow Camille to be complacent allthe time, and besides, she wasn't worse than Camille. If Camille wasreally good, why didn't she go to a bigger company?

This can only mean one thing, Camille is just relying on her face.Louise waited for Preston's response after her words, but the man onlylaughed lightly, and his voice was inaudible: "Oh? We've only met onceand you already know so much about me?"

Louise smiled gently: "Because Mr. Baxter's every word and deed istelling me that you are a very perfect man, I feel very honored to knowand cooperate with Mr. Baxter, I wonder if Mr. Baxter is convenient toleave a contact for me?"

She usually contacted architects and project assistants similar to her,although there are also company owners and directors, but generallyare very old, or general appearance, but Preston is different, he lookshandsome and gentle, not at all those she knows can be compared.So she silently told herself that she should not miss the opportunity shecould grasp.

She finished her words and waited with an expectant face for Prestonto respond.

But the man looked at him indifferently, thin lips did not mean to speakagain, this quiet atmosphere also became a little awkward, of course,this awkwardness only Louise alone.

Her eyes have never left Preston, and at this moment she saw thesituation is also hurried to replace a complement: "Mr. Baxter, I do notmean anything else, and will not disturb you, I am just afraid that in theproject encountered any novel ideas want to talk to you, I do not know ifit is okay?"

“Yes, how could you not?" Preston smiled lightly and took out his phoneto exchange contact information with Louise.

Louise is very happy, a face are smiling, in fact, Louise looks quiteokay, open features, body is also very good, the only drawback isprobably not refined enough, so it gives a kind of look a little bit ofearthy feeling.

The two left their contact information and Sean drove over.

Sean came down and opened the backseat door for Preston, who justglanced at Louise and then walked right over and got in.

Louise was also quick to say, "Mr. Baxter, I didn't drive here today, Iwonder if it's convenient to give me a ride?"

Preston did not say anything, Sean knew him, this is already given theanswer, after closing the back seat door directly blocked Louise's line ofsight, tone indifferent: "Not convenient, Mr. Baxter has other work."After that, Sean walked around the car and got in, and the car quicklystarted and disappeared in front of Louise's eyes.

She stood in place for a long time, her heart was very upset, but it wasalready a good start, at least got the contact information, she had thisconfidence and bottom line to be able to take this man, so she wouldnot have to work so hard.

In the car, Sean drove and looked at Preston through the rearviewmirror, he swept another glance at the fading Louise and asked in a lowvoice, "Mr. Walker, do we need to take her off this project?"

He felt that Louise was bothering Preston and wanted to clean up forPreston.

Preston looked sideways at the car window and said in a lighter tone,"No, it might be useful to keep her."

"Okay, just what should we do if she's offending Miss Armstrong?""She wouldn't dare.” Preston responded with aplomb.

As far as he was concerned, no one could bully Camille, and no onecould say a word against Camille, except, of course, himself.

Camille drove away from the hotel and took Yessica back to her placebefore driving back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

She parked her car and got out of it just in time to meet Horace, whohad just returned.

The last time I contacted Horace was about the design, and it's been afew days since then.

They nodded and greeted each other before Camille took the initiativeand asked, "Mr. Burris, have the designs been reviewed yet?"

"Well, it's been handed over to the Simpson Group and should beready for use after the meeting in a couple of days." Horace respondedin a light voice, Camille nodded, he followed and asked, "The designcollaboration that I mentioned to Camille before, how is Camilleconsidering it?"

Camille blinked, honestly, she had forgotten about it.

At this moment, she remembered only when Horace mentioned it, herface slightly stiffened and she said somewhat unnaturally, "Mr. Burris,would you mind if I said I forgot?"

Horace was also stunned, not expecting Camille to ask him so directly,and even if she had forgotten, he figured she'd probably just pull someother excuse.

Hearing Camille's answer, he also couldn't help but laugh lightly, thecoldness between his eyebrows gradually dispersed into warmth, andhe said, "So give me an answer now that you think about it?"

She: "Is Mr. Burris going to wait until the project in hand is over orshould we start preparing for a new collaboration now?"

"It should be after it's over."

“I can say yes, but I may not be able to be based there because I havea different project ready to start right now."

"Yes." Horace was very quick to agree, in fact, he also has a designerin hand, but more appreciate Camille's style, plus he just came toHance City and Armstrong Corp need to step by step slowly to get afirm footing in order to carry out subsequent work.

The two men stood by the car and talked for about ten minutes until thedoor of the black car that followed Camille into the front door of MapleLeaves Mansion opened not far away and the man inside lost allpatience and got out of the car and slowly walked over.

His voice came before he arrived: "Why are you standing here and notgoing up?"

This was said to Camille.

The sound of Camille and Horace turned to look over, his pace slowlywalked to the two, a handsome face full of tenderness, deep eyes arealso fully focused on Camille, stopping, he smoothly hold her handgently hold, and only then look sideways at Horace.

He said, "Mr. Burris, what a coincidence?"

Horace slightly drops his head as a greeting, followed by a response,"Mr. Simpson, just came back and ran into Camille for a chat ArmstrongCorp has a collaboration case and wants to invite Camille to work withthem.”

Ayan nodded his head reserved look revealed a few light smiles, helowered his eyes to the woman beside him and softly asked, "What doyou think?"

"I promised.” Camille answered truthfully.

He did not move: "Well, that's good." Then he looked at Horace againand asked in a lighter tone, "Mr. Burris, if you have any cooperation,don't forget the Simpson Group, or let me have a bowl of soup to try."Horace's expression was always light and cool, and he nodded: "Il amnaturally welcome as long as Mr. Simpson appreciates your face.”"Then let's wish us a good cooperation in advance.” Ayan took theinitiative to reach out and shake Horace's hand.

The time is not too early, a simple exchange of pleasantries and a fewwords before saying goodbye to each other to go home.

Camille was held by Ayan's hand into the floor, into the elevator he alsodirectly pressed his own floor, Camille saw the situation frowned andsaid: "I want to go home."

"Can't you stay with me for a while? You and Horace were down theretalking for so long! Are you so mean to give me some time?" He wasfull of complaints, just like a complaining woman.

He does not look as serious as usual, nor is he angry, instead there is akind of aggrieved unhappiness, like a child watching others have candyto eat themselves, but do not dare to cry only to mutter and complainabout the feeling.

Camille smiled lightly and asked, "You're jealous?"