My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 55

He really did not want to die, knowing that the wound would split open, but he still had to do it.

Is he crazy?

Since learning of his accident in the early hours of yesterday morning, her heart has been tightly tense and emotional, she wanted to digest it alone and forget about it, but he was not as good as she wanted to be, and has been constantly pushing her step by step to make her completely break up.

At the moment, she is in a bad mood and her eyes are red.

Ayan also noticed the scene and tried to say something, but Camille had already turned around and was walking towards the door.

"I'm going to call the nurse."

She just dropped this sentence and then opened the ward door and went out.

Soon, the nurse came in and checked Ayan's wound, redressed it, and then specifically instructed, "Mr. Simpson's wound can't be cracked open, or it will hurt the bone and have to be reoperated."

"Okay, I got it."

Camille stood some distance away from the bed and responded indifferently.

She sent the nurse away, and then she did not continue to rub his body, but just took the water to the bathroom and dumped it, and washed and dried the towels.

Then there was a silence in the bedroom.

So quiet that a pin dropped on the ground can be heard clearly.

Ayan's eyes stayed on her, watching as she went to sit down on a couch and ignored him.

He spoke warmly, "Camille?"

She doesn't say anything either.

He added, "Camille, I'm thirsty, can you get me a glass of water?"

"I don't want it, drink it when the nurse rubs it on you, so you don't crumble the wound again."

Her tone was tepid, without the slightest hint of negotiation.

Ayan sunken his face, still sizing her up.

As far as he could remember, Camille didn't seem to be very angry, and even if she was, she could be cajoled with a couple of words, and as long as he was willing to soften his attitude, she could definitely be cajoled.

So she hardly ever loses her temper.

Even those recent arguments are not considered tantrums in the sense, so this moment should be considered, right?

Ayan is not talking, so again after a long time, outside the sky is dark, Eileen and Rex still not back, Kian also did not.

Is she staying tonight?

She hadn't eaten dinner yet, and her stomach followed the protest at this point.

The atmosphere in the ward was so quiet that the person in the hospital bed could hear it clearly.

Camille wanted to find a hole to burrow into, this is so embarrassing, right?

She pursed her lips, a little overwhelmed.

The man's voice slowly rang out, "Camille , haven't you eaten yet?"

She doesn't say anything.

He added, "Are you hungry?"

"I didn't." She was stubborn.

"I heard it all."

What do you hear?

Is your stomach growling?

"You misheard me." Her final insistence.

Ayan's face is gentle, the corners of his mouth are overflowing with a light smile, but there is no laughter in his voice: "Okay, I misheard you, I'm not full yet, I'll have someone bring some food over, will you accompany me to eat some?"

She didn't say anything.

He then repeated, "Camille , if you don't say anything I'll take that as a yes."

"No, I just haven't washed up yet."

Ayan always had a sullen face, and his face was cold and not very nice.

Eileen added: "Ayan , or let me stay and take care of you today, Camille is also tired and should not have much energy, Camille do you think so?"

"Miss Khan is so thoughtful, a mouthful of the family chef, do not know also think it is really your home."

Camille hooked her lips in a faint smile.

Eileen moved stiffly, she hung her head and whispered, "Camille are you upset? I'm sorry, I should have packed to come over earlier for you too, I just didn't know if you'd like it, that's why ......"

"You're overthinking it." Camille swept her away indifferently, then went to get the washing up stuff and brought it over to Ayan .

After Ayan finished washing up, Kian also came and packed breakfast.

Ayan said in a shallow voice, "You go ahead and eat."

This was saidto Camille.

She glanced at the man and ultimately said nothing.

Eileen wanted to continue feeding the porridge afterwards, but was refused. Ayan said, "I'll just do it myself. You should be preparing for your comeback single in the next two days, right? How's it going?"

"It's good, maybe I haven't sung for too long, my voice doesn't seem to go back to what it used to be, Ayan , is it true that I'm not fit to continue singing?"

Eileen had a self-conscious look on her face.

Ayan whispered reassuringly, "No, the best you can do is the best you can do."

"Well, Ayan , I hear you and I'll definitely keep trying."

Eileen showed a smile and fully presented the skill of powering up for love.

Camille sat on the other side of the table, eating what was clearly a delicious meal, but it was hard to swallow.

No matter when and no matter what happens, he always has only Eileen in his heart.

She laughed to herself, her heart aching.