My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 6

Ayan's gentle voice gently reassures, "How can you be ugly? You're still recovering, so don't get discouraged, huh?"

"Really? Then will you dislike me?" The woman's delicate soft voice carried a hint of expectation.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Of course not, when you are better, we will get married."

"Really? You're not coaxing me, are you?"

"Not coaxing you, eat."

"Ayan , I love you." The woman's soft and gentle voice is like the sound of a moving piano that enchants the heart.

The Camille outside the door also heard every word clearly, she showed a self-deprecating light smile, the bottom of the eyes is endless sadness, she also do not want to eavesdrop on people talking about love, but than knocking on the door to disturb people annoying, or quietly wait more appropriate.

After making sure the two ended the conversation, she then knocked on the door.

A low, indifferent man's voice followed, "Enter."

Camille pushed the door in and saw at once the man standing by the hospital bed. He was still wearing the same suit he left Hanyama Manson in yesterday, so he had indeed spent the whole night in the hospital with his beloved.

The handsome face looked indifferent, and the deep eyes did not have any temperature or ripples when looking at her, as if they were just facing an insignificant person.

She subconsciously clenched her hands, her feet stiffened and stopped in place.

The woman in the bed spoke up at that moment, "Camille, I'm sorry to bother you to bring me clothes, come and sit down."

At the sound of the woman's voice, Camille's eyes dropped.

The woman on the bed is pale and bloodless, shoulder-length black hair scattered on both sides, probably because she has been asleep for too long, her body exudes a sickly soft and poignant beauty, so that people will have a protective desire at first glance.

She was eating breakfast, a bowl of tender and smooth steamed eggs, since she had just woken up and could only eat fluids and easily digestible things.

So the clothes in Hanyama Manson's closet, which change every season, are for her?

Camille looked at Ayan and smiled coldly, her eyes filled with self-deprecation.

She said indifferently, "If there's nothing else, can we talk?"

Eileen's heart tightened and she quickly spoke up, "Camille , are you upset? I know you're Ayan's wife now, and I shouldn't have called him in so late last night, but I ......"

Eileen said and began to sob, the heart of aggression and guilt, low mute explanation: "I do not want that, but I really can not help, I am in Hance City only Ayan, I ......"

"Eileen, stop it, did you forget the doctor's orders? You can't get too excited now, you need to recuperate." Ayan hastily leaned down to stop him, his brow furrowed, his three-dimensional side face full of concern.

Only when Eileen's emotions were under control did he stand up straight and look at Camille with a twisted brow and a complicated look in his eyes: "Eileen is not well, so why do you have to make her feel bad?"

Camille stared at the man incredulously, she had done nothing, and in the end she was the one at fault?