My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 487 Homecoming

Chapter 487 Homecoming

Ayan looked at her without changing his face: "You just got over your fever, wait until after tonight before you go back to the Simpson's mansion to see Timmy and stay here for the night for now, huh?" Camille grimaced and refused outright, “I can see Timmy tomorrow, but I don't want to live here, I have my own house.”

He just stared deeply at her, his voice mute for a few moments: “I know you bought a house, but this is also your home."

"No." She denied without hesitation, and more than that, she couldn't help but remind, “This is your home not mine."

Ayan frowned slightly and asked in a light voice, "Can we get out of the car first?"

"Go down and ask Kian or arrange for a driver to take me back to Maple Leaves Mansion, I'm fine now, I can take care of myself and there's still Sienna around.”

"Camille, are you sure you want to spend your time here arguing with me? You know, now that I've brought you back, I'm going to let you go?"

He finished, directly pushed open the car door, then pulled her into his arms again with force and picked up directly towards the villa inside. The whole thing went off without a pause, so Camille was almost already in his arms before she realized what he was actually doing? She said coldly with a tightly knitted brow, "You let go of me."

"Ayan!"

"Ayan, I told you to let go!"

Camille's command he just pretended not to hear, carried her into the villa with a big stride, and then went back upstairs to the second floor master bedroom.

This bedroom, they shared for a year.

There are many memories that belong to them.

But this memory is only her unrequited love.

Because he doesn't love her.

It was very uncomfortable for Camille to be confronted with her former mind again, and she desperately wanted to escape, she didn't want to look back and see how silly she was then?

But she doesn't regret it, she just doesn't want to look back.

Ayan put Camille on the bed and put his hands on her sides, narrowed his eyes and stared at her, "You still have the energy to fight with me after a day of not eating and an IV? I'll have the kitchen make you some porridge, drink it and get some rest, okay?"

“I don't want to, I don't want to live here, get out of the way."

She tried to push him away, but the man's body was like a wall that didn't move or respond.

Camille was furious, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, this distance is too close, she said coldly: "Ayan, what the hell do you want? Don't you think it's ridiculous for a divorced ex-couple who have no relationship to go back to their former marital home? *

"I don't think anything is funny, if you think it's funny then you can laugh more, now be a good girl and stay here and get some rest, I promise you, you stay in the master bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room, I won't come in and bother you, but only if you don't sneak away behind my back, hmm?"

His eyebrows extremely deep stare at her, there is no anger and indifference on his face, that face is always flooded with handsome warm light, but the last sentence do not sneak away behind his back Camille is not unable to hear his subconscious hints and reminders. Camille was slightly distracted by his attitude, because she always felt that Ayan had changed, although in the year of marriage with him, he was also a very gentle husband, but that tenderness only maintained a superficial respect for each other, as if treating a customer, but recently he did not know when to start, became different.

Did she overthink or misread it?

When she didn't say anything, Ayan lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek, his voice low and laughing: "Answer me, OK?"

Her eyes were fixed on his sight for an instant, and with a heavy meaning of repulsion she turned her face sideways to distance herself from his hand and said in a faint voice: "Are your assurances worth believing?"

Ayan micro eyes, the thickening under the eyes deepened, but finally held back, he said: "I'm going out now, without your permission I'm not stepping in here half a step, hmm?"

She doesn't say yes or no.

She didn't want to cooperate.

Ayan looked at her helplessly, especially looking at her unrefreshed face, his eyebrows subconsciously knitted into a ball, but finally he resisted the hands that wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and stood up and left the bedroom.

After Ayan left, Camille breathed a huge sigh of relief.

But living in this bedroom, her heart felt inexplicably uneasy.

But she didn't leave immediately while Ayan was gone, because she was really tired and didn't want to get into another argument with him over leaving.

Soon the maid brought up congee and light dishes, probably after the IV she was also much more comfortable, so she ate a small half bowl and ate some greens before putting down the dishes.

It was getting late, so she went to the checkroom and got a change of pajamas and went to take a shower.

Although she moved out, the clothes in the checkroom are updated every season. Looking at the luscious closet, she actually did not have many ripples, but only felt that it was quite a waste.

She returned to bed after her shower and lay down, probably with new sheets and covers, so there was only the smell of fresh laundry gel pearls, which made her a little more meditative as well.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Talia, telling her that she was back in Hance City, but that she would have to go to the Simpson's mansion tomorrow to see Timmy.

Talia immediately replied: "Ayan has told me, you do not feel well, rest, Timmy has us to take care of do not worry."

She was slightly stunned then also hurriedly returned, "Well, I know, thanks mom."

She didn't think Ayan would take the initiative to tell Talia in advance, but then she thought, just say it, after all, he is also Timmy's father and has a responsibility to Timmy.

Camille had just finished talking to Talia when Dan's message came through.

Dan asked, "Is your body okay?"

Camille: "Well, that's fine, thank you."

Thank him for holding her in the first place, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground, which would have been embarrassing.

Dan laughed: "Verbal thanks only? That sincere?"

Look at it, this person said the opposite are said so justifiably.

Camille said, "Let me know what you want to eat, and I'll buy you dinner in a couple of days."

"Eat whatever you want, when you're well, you're fine on the line, we just finished dinner and now we're back at the hotel.”

"Good."

After tapping a word and sending it over, Camille then put down her phone and laid down.

In the study of the villa, the maid knocked on the door, "Sir, madam has already eaten the porridge.”

"Hmm."

Ayan responded in a low voice.

The atmosphere returned to a state of silence.

He leaned on the leather chair of the desk smoking a cigarette, white smoke curling around his handsome face, can not see his deep eyes floating what kind of look?

I don't know how long it took, the night outside was late and the villa was quiet, he got up and came out of the study, walking at a gentle pace to the door of the master bedroom, he raised his hand on the door handle and just wanted to twist and push the door when he stopped moving.

In her ear was the woman's indifferent voice: "Are you worthy of trust?"

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