My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 862

Chapter 862: Heartache

Camille smiled faintly, looking at everyone. Her expression seemed serious, as if she was contemplating something. Her voice followed slowly, "I'm on the same page as all of you."

Summer rested her chin on her hand and continued, "So you also think Mr. Evans is a bit more gentle, right?"

"Mhmm."

"What about Mr. Simpson? Compared to Mr. Simpson?"

"There's no comparison between them. I don't think they can be compared." Camille explained seriously.

Summer immediately nodded, "Seems like it. After all, one is a husband and lover, while the other is like a friend and leader. My bad."

"It's fine." Camille shook her head, but added, "If you want to compliment Mr. Evans, it might be better to do it in front of him next time. Who knows, he might treat you to a meal!"

"Do you think so too? Did you hear that? I told you Camille would agree. She wouldn't think we're just trying to butter up the boss for free food!"

Summer happily nodded. They had discussed this topic privately during Camille's rest days. They wanted to tease Jenson a little to get him to treat them to a meal. But they were afraid Camille would think they were just taking advantage of free food. They couldn't act behind Camille's back since they were all working for the same project. Even though Camille was Ayan's wife, they genuinely enjoyed spending time with her.

Hearing everyone's explanation, Camille couldn't help but laugh.

She said, "In the future, you can just ask me directly. Otherwise, there might be misunderstandings, right?"

They chatted and joked with each other, and time passed quickly.

As it was almost time to leave work, Ayan called.

Others couldn't help but joke, "Mr. Simpson can't wait to seeCamille. He's calling right on time. They don't seem like a couple with a child; they're acting like a couple madly in love."

Camille just smiled. "Maybe he just wants to tell me he won't be able to have dinner with me tonight?"

Camille got up from her office and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Are you ready to leave work?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"I'm downstairs. As soon as we're done, come down, and we'll go to the airport." Ayan said casually.

Camille was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled. She asked, "Why are we going to the airport?"

"Grandpa and the others are coming back with Timmy. We're going to pick them up."

"Really?" Camille's eyes instantly widened, revealing her surprise and obvious excitement.

Ayan also felt her joy and said, "Yes, so you're happy now?"

"Yes, of course. Aren't you happy?"

"I'm not that happy."

"Why?"

"Timmy's back, and all your attention is on him. Will you have any left for me?" Ayan sarcastically asked, and even through the phone, Camille could feel his jealousy and displeasure.

Camille had already witnessed Ayan's jealousy, even over their own child, so there was nothing much to say. She let out a light sigh and calmly said, "You can be jealous, but you can't act like this in front of Timmy. Otherwise, it will hurt his feelings. And I won't let it go."

But Ayan didn't agree. He squinted his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "He's a boy, and a boy should have a strong heart. He shouldn't get hurt over trivial matters. We can't protect him forever, right? He will have to protect his own wife and children in the future!"