My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 84 He picks her up from work every day

Camille was also silent for a long time after the phone call, until Ayan went back to the bedroom, then

she collected her emotions.

The hospital side, Preston took the medicine out of the hospital, a handsome face is not half warm, the

brow is also wrapped in cold.

After getting into the car, the assistant asked in a low voice, "Mr. Walker, should I take you home now?"

"Hmm."

He mumbled faintly, got in the car and closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat and made no more

noise.

All the way back to his apartment not far from the office in silence, he threw the medicine aside, then

did not mean to take it, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

His ears were filled with Camille's words of disassociation, and it was impossible to say that he didn't

feel anything.

It wasn't the first day he learned how sensible Camille's earthly sobriety was, and it was because she

knew so thoroughly what she wanted and didn't want that he was moved.

So even if she makes it clear, his mind probably can't be changed.

Otherwise, it would not have been so many years.

He laughed helplessly to himself and murmured lowly, "Camille , you're really hard on me."

Preston came out of the bathroom after showering and putting on his bathrobe, then he saw the

woman who came in at some point in the living room sitting on the couch playing with her phone.

He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows face is not very good, low asked: "Why you suddenly came over?

Didn't I tell you not to look for me during the recent period? Do you know that he has already started to

notice?"

The woman's face is beautiful, her voice is also gentle like water, she whispered: "I know, I spared Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

several roads before coming over, no one will find out, just don't worry."

His face then had a little relaxed, but still instructed: "Even if no one will find out, do not take it lightly,

not to mention any fluke, if found, all our preparations are in vain, understand?"

"Well, I know, I will pay careful attention next time, how do you have a wound on your face? Where did

it come from?"

When the woman saw this, she got up and walked towards Preston, her eyes watching with concern.

Preston just said lightly, "It's okay."

"Don't you even trust me?"

"Had a little argument with Ayan."

"Why?"

She asked excitedly.

Before Preston could say anything, the woman added, "Because of Camille?"

Preston frowned and said, "It's not about her."

"How can it not be about her? What else would make you fight with Ayan but her? I don't understand.

What is it about Camille that appeals to you? Why do we have to delay our purpose because of her?

Couldn't she have come along with ......."

"That's enough." Preston snapped, "I told you, what we're going to do has nothing to do with Camille,

and as far as what I'm doing with her has nothing to do with what we're going to do, if you won't even

listen to me, then what's the point of us going on?"

His face was indifferent, and an attitude that could not be denied surfaced under his eyes, and the

woman could only eventually concur, "I know, I will do as you say."

"Well, it's getting late, you go back first, and you don't have to come to me on purpose if there's nothing

important in the future, okay?"

"Well, I'll go first, then."

"Drive safely."

Preston walked the woman to the door and watched her enter the elevator before closing the door.

But he seemed not quite at ease, and sent another text message instructing the woman, "Remember

my words, do not come to me on your own initiative again, I will contact you if something happens,

hmm?"

There replied good, he was relieved to put down the phone.

I don't know if it is because of Preston's behavior, Ayan from this day onwards as long as there are no

social engagements every day is bound to come to pick up Camille personally, if he has something

really can't get away will let Kian or driver come to pick her up.

Camille, initially repulsed, said, "You don't have to have someone keep an eye on me every day, do

you?"

"I'm doing this for your safety, and I don't want anything more to happen that will disrupt the harmony of

our marriage."

He said so eloquently that Camille was left speechless, so she had to acquiesce to his decision.

Ayan's actions were well understood by Preston, especially since Camille had no intention of resisting,

and he had to ask, "Is Mr. Simpson doing this to prevent anything from happening between us that he

might misunderstand?"

"No, he's probably too idle."

Camille explains it this way.

Preston, not without feeling her coldness these days, could not help but ask: "Camille, is it that he does

not allow us to interact? If so you can tell me directly, I will keep my distance from you will not make

things difficult for you."

"No, you misunderstood."

"If not, why are you so cold to me these days?Camille , I know you and I know your mind, did Ayan say

something to you?"

Preston looked straight at her with both eyes.

Camille pursed her lips and said, "Preston, you really misunderstood, I'm not a three-year-old child, I

have my own judgment, as for between us does have to maintain a safe distance, after all, friends too

close is not good, will make people misunderstand, it is not fair to your future girlfriend, you

understand?"

Preston laughed: "So you're going to introduce me to a girlfriend?"

Camille said with a slightly strained expression, "I'm just saying what if, do you never fall in love in your

life? That's not possible."

"What's not possible?" Preston's eyes narrowed slightly and his face was warm: "Camille , am I

pressuring you to be unhappy?"

Camille shook her head, "No, you don't think so much, Preston , we're friends, there's no pressure or

misunderstanding between friends, huh?"

A friend summed up the relationship between the two and left Preston completely silent.

Camille's cell phone rang at that moment, breaking the awkwardness of the moment.

She glanced at the name displayed on the screen and then tapped down to answer, "Hello?"

"I'm here."

"Hmm?"

She frowned slightly.

The man on the other end of the phone said in a low voice: "I'm downstairs in your company, it's not

time to leave work already? Do you want me to come up and pick you up?"

Camille pursed her lips and subconsciously looked at Preston and immediately responded, "No need,

I'll go down myself."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The call ended, Camille put away her phone and looked to Preston: "Preston, I'll be off then."

"Okay, be safe."

"Hmm."

Camille packed her bag and left the office.

She came out of the building and saw the black car parked at the curb, she walked over and pulled the

passenger side to sit on it.

The floor-to-ceiling window on the 18th floor of the building, the man watched the scene, although only

a small figure could be seen, but she must have a happy expression at the moment, right?

Inside the car, Camille fastens her seat belt and looks at Ayan: "Why are you so early? You're not going

to miss work, are you?"