My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 89: Ms. Armstrong's meal

"Of course not, it's just that she was tired last night and you calling soearly would affect her rest, so I had to answer it for her.”

The phrase "she was tired last night" made Preston's face pale andsilent.

Ayan added: "Preston, Camille is married, do you know what you aredoing now? If word gets out you will not have the face to continue tostay in Hance City. If you don't want to be embarrassed, put away yourthoughts and keep your distance from her, otherwise even your yearsof friendship will not save you."

He cut the call off without waiting for Preston to respond.

Ayan clutched the phone, no ripples on his face, but a cold chill underhis eyes.

This Preston is really haunting.

He put the phone on silent and put it back and left the bedroom.Camille slept until 9:30 when she woke up, stretched, picked up herphone and immediately sat up.

Several missed calls, and WeChat messages.

All from one person.

"Cami, what do you mean you're not answering the phone? Is itbecause my words last night made you angry?"

"Really angry?"

"Aren't you going to go to dinner with me tonight?"

Camille rubbed her hair, then immediately replied, "Sorry, I just got up,I'm not mad, of course I'll go with you tonight."

The other side returned a reassuring expression: "It's good that you'renot angry, you don't have to come over to keep me company during theday, I'll walk around Hance City alone, see you tonight."

"Okay."

She tapped down two words before lifting the covers and getting up.The curtains in the bedroom were also closed tightly, so if I hadn'tlooked at the time I wouldn't have known what time it was.

She sighed and changed the phone's password and fingerprint.

She washed up and went downstairs to finish her breakfast, then thisdrove to the office.

She would rarely be so late. When she returned to the office, Yessicaalso came in immediately with the drawing materials, and Yessicalooked at her with a smile, "Ms. Armstrong, you look so beautiful today.""Say, is it that you feel too tired lately and want to rest?"

"No, I'm telling the truth, you're really extraordinarily beautiful today, itjust feels a bit like ....... Nourished by love, Ms. Armstrong, you're not inlove, are you?"

Love?

Camille face slightly stiff, full of love nourished like the brain, the mindcame up with some inappropriate images, and then the face alsosuddenly slightly red.

Yessica didn't miss any change of expression on her face the wholetime, and when she saw her reaction, she was even more sure: "Wow,Ms. Armstrong, are you really in love?"

"No."

"You do, I feel like your whole body is revealing pink bubbles, Ms.Armstrong, have I ever seen your boyfriend?" Yessica was so excitedthat she was a little girl who had discovered someone else's secret andwas overflowing with excitement.

Camille did not have time to speak, she asked a low question: "Is it Mr.Walker? But it does not seem like, after all, you see Mr. Walker's eyesdo not have stars, then is it Mr. Simpson ah? He had a fight with Mr.Walker last time, isn't it because of you ......."

"Yessica, don't you have to work? Gossiping about your boss duringwork hours I think you don't want to keep hanging out, right?"

Camille interrupted her indifferently, not allowing her to continue toimagine that she and Ayan were married, otherwise she would probablythink about it.

Camille is not a particularly smiley person, but when she smiles she isbright and beautiful, but at the moment she has a cold face, delicateand beautiful face cold and reveals aloof and detached, so that herprecious highlight extraordinarily unattainable.

Yessica immediately stood up straight and put away the gossip: "Ms.Armstrong, I've compiled these materials, and I'll send them to Mr.Moss at the construction site after you've gone over them."

“I'll take a look at it first and get back to you if I have any questions.”"Okay, then I'll go out first.”

Yessica pursed her lips, not even daring to breathe again, she coyly leftthe office and closed the door behind her.

Her small movements Camille all in the bottom of the eyes, the cornersof the mouth hooked up helpless light smile, she is not really angry, justno need to continue to say.

Camille finished organizing the artwork and was busy until lunchtime.Preston made a reservation for la fondue, and the two ate inside theoffice, with Preston not saying a word about the morning's events.

But he clearly saw the stinging red marks on Camille's white neck, andit was self-evident what those marks were for. His gaze became deepand dark as he whispered tentatively, "Camille, has your relationshipwith Ayan improved recently?"

"Why do you ask that?"

She didn't feel any better, after all, he didn't love her, so what was thepoint of having feelings?

Preston did not directly poke, just lightly said: "Personal feelings."“Then how can it get better when you feel wrong and he doesn't loveme." Camille said warmly, a trace of sadness slipped under her eyes,but it quickly disappeared, she smiled and said, "Eat, I don't want to talkabout it."

Preston gave a low muffled sound, then stopped talking.

But Camille's cell phone rang the next second. It was on the coffeetable, and both she and Preston could see the note on the screen, andshe frowned slightly before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"At the office? "

"Hmm."

"Why don't you get more sleep?”

Ayan's voice was low and his words were suggestive, making Camilleuncomfortable.

She said lightly, “I need to work, unlike you even if you do not go to thecompany, there are people working for you, but I can not ah."

"Then how about you come to Simpson Group and I'll make you theseat?"

He said it easily, but not half in jest.

Camille froze: "What did I do that you did?"

“I'll assist you and be your secretary, and Ms. Armstrong will just rewardyou with a meal, okay?"

The man's magnetic voice shouting the words "Ms. Armstrong" madeCamille's face flush and a little nervous.

She just casually muddled through, “I'll think about it."

"Sure, think about it and give me an answer, huh?" Ayan's voice waslow and then he asked, "Have you had lunch?"

"Eating now, are you?"

"Eat what?"

"Coconut chicken.”

"Alone?"

He whispered a follow-up question.

Camille subconsciously looked across at Preston, their eyes met,Preston looked as usual without any difference, Camille got up and leftthe couch and went to stand in front of the window, then whispered:"No, with Preston.”

The man on the other end of the phone was immediately quiet, andCamille was silent.

After a brief moment of immersion, Ayan said lightly, “Camille, is thatwhy you'd rather have dinner with him than come to the SimpsonGroup to meet me for dinner?"

Camille : "?"

She froze, then said, "Ayan , but you didn't come to me for dinnereither.”

“You mean if I went to you, you would simply refuse Preston toaccompany me to dinner?"

He asked in a low, deep voice, as if he had to have a satisfactoryanswer from Camille before he could rest.