My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Win-Win

Talia sighed silently, her eyes turned to Timmy who was staring at her with a curious face as he lay in the stroller, and the smile at the corner of her mouth emerged once again.

Ayan came out of the nursery, he did not immediately go downstairs, but raised his feet and walked to the study, but to go to the study to pass Camille's room, which is also his former room, he seemed to deliberately slow down his pace, just when Camille also came out of the room, the two met in the hallway.

She originally wanted to go back to her room to get her phone and go downstairs for a while, but she didn't expect Ayan to come out so quickly.

Camille subconsciously lowered her eyes, then lightly pursed her lips without intending to speak, but he was slowly approaching and did not stop until he was standing in front of her.

He looked down at her and said in a gentle voice, "Tomorrow night is Mrs. Bell's birthday party, I'll come over early and pick you up?"

Camille then calmed down, so he came to talk about it.

She looked up to meet his gaze and responded in a light voice: "I can go there myself, so you don't need to bother making another trip."

"Never mind, I just happen to be back to see Timmy, so let's just say it's okay?"

His answer was natural and without the slightest hint of deliberateness.

Camille lightly pursed her lips and no longer refused, just a low muffled sound.

Talking about this is usually not already the end of the topic to go their own way?

But Ayan obviously didn't mean it, his deep eyes kept staring at her, and such a direct gaze made Camille uncomfortable, and she asked indifferently, "Is there anything else?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was low, the knot of his throat rolled down, and his voice was mute to the extreme: "You are not fat at all, even if you are slightly fat, you look good."

Camille was completely frozen.

The whole person stood there motionless and stunned as if he was frozen.

After Ayan said this, he had walked past her and went directly to the study, but she stood there for a long time without any reaction or movement.

Camille felt that her cheeks were hot and her emotions were very high. She felt that it was not suitable for her to go downstairs at this moment, it was better to go back to her room to calm down and cool off, and most of all, she did not want to meet Ayan.

As far as she could remember, Ayan never seemed to have said anything like that.

What did he just say?

She is not fat at all? Even if she is fat, she looks good?

Camille wonders how these words came out of Ayan's mouth?

What's wrong with him? Was he possessed?

....

The venue for Mrs. Bell's birthday was chosen by Ayan himself, a garden restaurant owned by the Simpson Group, which just happened to be redecorated and not yet officially open to the public, so Kian was given the task of finding a professional team to decorate it.

Around 6pm on her birthday, Ayan drove back to the Simpson's mansion to take her to the birthday site.

The site is very cozy and comfortable.

When they saw Camille and Ayan coming, Mr. and Mrs. Bell immediately came forward to greet them, and Mrs. Bell even gave a warm hug: "Cami, thank you for my birthday, I love it and am very happy."

Camille smiled slightly: "The credit has nothing to do with me, it was all prepared by Ayan."

Mr. Bell took over: "We're touched by your thoughts, thank you for taking care of us."

This was said to Ayan.

Ayan smiled lightly and said, "You're welcome, we're friends, there's no need to be so polite between friends."

Mr. Bell nodded his head, obviously satisfied with this answer in his heart.

At that moment, Camille gave Mrs. Bell the gift box she was carrying: "Happy birthday, I know you don't lack anything, so I got you a gift I really like myself."

Mrs. Bell took it in a hurry: "Thank you."

At this time, Austin and Cora also arrived, a few people exchanged pleasantries, and after some congratulations, Cora also gave a gift, is the latest Coach seasonal jewelry, worth a lot of money.

In comparison, Camille's seems to be just as mediocre.

"Nothing to do with me, the gift was prepared by Cami and she asked a friend to buy it, she has always been in charge of this aspect."

Ayan looked at Camille for a moment, and this statement also undoubtedly told the people present that one of their family is the main outside and one is the main inside.

Mr. and Mrs. Bell were impressed by the relationship between the couple.

Because of this episode, Cora's mood was hard to calm, she wondered how Camille could know someone who could convince someone like the master of suzuki, because in her perception, Camille was just the unpopular daughter of the Armstrong family, so she was a little unable to accept it.

All of those who attended the birthday party today were friends of Mr. and Mrs. Bell in Hance City, and they were naturally familiar with Ayan, and they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to have a little relationship with Simpson Group to facilitate future cooperation.

Ayan also introduced Austin to other people. The next inseparable cooperation with Norman Group is naturally a win-win situation.

Ayan had several glasses of wine after some socializing, and it was time to cut the cake.

Everyone congratulated Mrs. Bell on her birthday, and then it was time for free time.

Ayan led Camille to the lounge area and sat down, then that gave her time to ask, "How come you never told me?"

"Aren't you busy?"

Camille returned lightly.

Besides, she didn't think it was necessary to tell him specifically, after all, it was her friendship with Mrs. Bell.

Camille pursed her lips and lowered her eyes as Ayan's voice rang out again, "What I'm asking is, how much more do you have that I don't know about? Why won't you reveal anything to me?"

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, then averted her gaze not to continue looking at him, she said, "It's not like it's anything important, so why bother telling you?"

"What's important to you?"

"Timmy, of course."

"Is he the only one?"

He asked in a low voice.