My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 227

Camille was stunned and felt helpless.

Ayan was still looking at her and reminded her in a gentle voice, “Get in the car. I can’t stop here for too long.”

Would he be worried about that?

It’s just an excuse.

Eventually, Camille got into the car. She lowered head and fastened her seat belt. The car moved forward the next second.

The atmosphere in the car was quite quiet. All the way back to the apartment, they both stayed silent.

As for Sophia, neither of them mentioned it anymore.

Camille told herself that it was just a small thing, so it should not affect the experience of getting along with each other or make the atmosphere unpleasant. More importantly, she was going to compete and there was no extra energy for her to focus on other things.

The night before the contest competition, Ayan asked her to finish her work early and said, “Don’t work overtime tonight, OK? Let’s go out to have dinner. You’ve been spending all your time on the drawings recently. That’s boring.”

Camille pursed her lips, wanting to refuse subconsciously.

It seemed that Ayan spelt over her mind, so he went ahead of her and said the next second before her words, “Take it as to accompany me, OK?”

Camille finally agreed.

Ayan took her to Darkmoor for dinner, just the two of them.

After dinner, Ayan drove her to the river for a walk. They were hand in hand like a couple, enjoying the silence of this moment without any conversation.

Ayan took her by the hand and they walked along the river to a pub street, where the atmosphere was very nice and relaxing.

Ayan looked down at her and said, “Shall we go in?”

But Camille, who was pregnant, didn’t really fit in such a place. She resisted, “I don’t want to come in. let’s go home!”

Ayan narrowed his eyes and asked, “Just for a while.”

Camille pressed her lips and stopped talking.

He reached over her shoulder and whispered, “Wouldn’t you come in and see the surprise I’ve prepared for you?”

Camille looked at the man beside her with some surprise, only to see a hint of smile on his thin lips and a handsome face revealing mysterious enigma.

Before Camille gathered her wits together, he had already led her inside.

After entering the bar, his palm covered her eyes gently to block her vision. Camille was a bit startled and clutched his clothes subconsciously.

Ayan said in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Camille followed him for about a dozen paces, then stopped.

He put his arms around Camille’s shoulders to sit her on the couch and glanced at the man across from him before removing the hand that was covering Camille’s eyes.

Camille opened her eyes and was a little unaccustomed to the light. She rubbed her eyes. The moment she putdown her hand, she saw the person sitting opposite.

She exclaimed, “Sienna, why are you here?”

Sienna smiled with her arms clasping around her chest and tutted twice, “Mr. Simpson invited me here at a high price and asked me to accompany you to participate in the contest. You two are so lovey-dovey with no regard for my feelings. Would you want to make me admire you?”

Camille looked at Ayan subconsciously, who also fixed his eyes on her.

Looking at each other, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, “Thank you, Ayan.”

Ayan reached out and pinched her cheek and whispered, "You guys talk first, I'll drive over.”

The car was still parked at the place for dinner, which was a little distant.

As Ayan went to drive, Sienna looked at Camille with a gossipy look on her face. She stretched out her hands to support her cheek, and asked curiously, “How are things going with you?”