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, andthe cooks far away in Hanyama Manson all sneezed in unison, a littlechill running down their backs.

The two eventually went for Thai cuisine, and Camille recently fell inlove with tom yum soup, the more sour the better.

Just brought up she drank a bowl full, and then the other dishes are notinterested 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 hermouth, but before she could reach her mouth her wrist was suddenlygripped by Ayan and the soup that was supposed to go to her mouthwent straight to his.

He drank directly from her spoon.

Camille stared at him in a daze, but he did not have the slightestdifference, 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 theircheeks suddenly flushed, and the hot feeling made her eyes dazed anddull as they stared at him unblinking.

Camille pursed her lips and lowered her head, the soup seemedimpossible 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 intimatethings have been done, but such an atmosphere will still feel a heartthumping feeling.

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

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

"So soon? I thought you said this soup was good?" He curled his lipsinto 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 wasshy, huh?"

Camille simply stopped talking, every time she could not say anythingto him in the matter of fighting, many times the experience has led herto a conclusion, can not say when shut up is the biggest winner.

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

Camille went to her room first to finish her shower while Ayan sat on thesoft leather couch in her bedroom reading a book.

The cell phone she had placed on the coffee table suddenly rang atthat 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 thequiet bedroom.

Camille subconsciously looked at Ayan on the sofa, he was alsolooking 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 theother 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 thinkto call me?"

Her eyes looked out of the window, but the afterglow always felt anuncomfortable sight that kept staring at her.

She simply turned around and walked towards the balcony, without theeyes of the tiger staring at her, the whole person is relaxed andcomfortable.

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

“Looking for me? You're so socially scared you're willing to leave yourhouse just to see me? I think you're lying to me, but I have no proof.”Camille was a little surprised.

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

The gentle man's voice is low and magnetic, although it is just a simpleword, 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 placefor 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 fewdays, accommodation I can arrange myself, mainly want to meet withyou, 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, rememberto 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 toridicule 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 graduallyimproved.

After ending the call, she opened her hand and embraced the air, thenturned 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 amoment.

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, butrather a sense of justification.

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

“I'm standing here openly because you were too absorbed in talking onthe phone and didn't hear my footsteps, so why blame me instead,huh? Camille, whose phone call made you so absorbed and so afraidof being heard by me?"

His handsome face is still devoid of any emotion, but his deep eyesreveal a few deep and obscure profundities.

He looked at her carefully and could clearly feel the vitality emanatingfrom her body, especially the clean and bright face with a heartfelt smilethat 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 extraordinarilyrambunctious 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 themidnight 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 otherbecause I received a phone call so I think it will be very happy, but foryou 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 toshare.

Ayan is frowning.

He stared at Camille and said, "Is it really not something for me to behappy about, or did you replace an excuse like that to put me off becauseyou didn't really want to share it?"

“I'm not making excuses, Ayan , it's late, I don't want to get into anargument with you on this, I want to rest now, okay?"

The first thing that happened was that Ayan didn't make a sound, butwhen she brushed past him, he suddenly reached out to stop her andthen put her against the wall, blocking all her paths.

He gazed at her with downcast eyes and asked in a low voice, "What'syour 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 havesomething, we will meet for dinner, because it has been too long notsee, the relationship is also very good, so I feel very happy, this answerand explanation you are satisfied with ........ Well ......"