My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 42 Does he not want a divorce?

Ayan frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Camille, her voice low as she responded to

Eileen's words, "Camille told you we're checking in tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Camille told me that when she got back this morning, Camille, don't you think?"

Eileen looked at Camille with a gentle expression, without any of the sharpness of the tit for tat that the

two of them had when they were alone.

But Camille simply ignored her, just indifferently swept a glance and averted his gaze.

Camille is silent, and Eileen's expression is a little slightly stiff.

She whispered, "Ayan, since you and Camille are going through the formalities, it's better for us to

move out. After all, you said that this villa will be left to Camille as compensation for the divorce, if we

continue to live here after your divorce, will people say that we are bullying Camille?"

The man's face was slightly pale, a few moments of impatience flooded his eyebrows, and his tone was

cold: "Is that what you mean too?"

This question is naturally addressed to Camille.

The two men's eyes locked, his deep eyes with a shallow crushed ice that stung as if it could frostbite a

person.

Camille didn't dodge, but looked straight at him and said, "I don't intend to live here after our divorce, I

will move out, so you can continue to live here if you don't find a suitable place."

Ayan has a lot of properties in his name, so I'm afraid he's just saying he doesn't have a suitable place

for Eileen, right?

Camille always thought he was just trying to look at his beloved all the time, so he came up with that

excuse.

But all of this will soon have nothing to do with her, so she will not question any more.

I just don't know if it was because of her answer, Ayan didn't give her a good look all night.

It seems to be very angry.

But what is he angry about?

After dinner, Ayan went back to the study and Camille went into the bedroom.

He didn't go back to his bedroom until late at night, so Camille didn't have a chance to talk to him at all.

She fell asleep while waiting.

The night was dreamless and soon it was the next day.

At around six in the morning, the man's figure came out of the master bedroom and went straight

downstairs.

He didn't even eat breakfast and was ready to go out, but just as he was about to get into the car, he

heard a woman's voice: "Ayan , are you going out?"

Ayan turns back and Eileen jogs over to follow.

He hmmed lightly, "Where are you going so early?"

"Ayan, aren't you and Camille going to the civil service today to get a divorce? Is it okay if I go with

you?"

Ayan's face was warm with a few inconspicuous flashes of annoyance, and he said, "You're going to

the Civil Affairs Bureau with us?"

"Well, okay? I want to go with you for a piece."

Her eyes were full of anticipation.

Ayan just gave a slight pause and then said, "The Civil Affairs Bureau is not open at this hour, so I have

to go to the office first."

"Well, I'm fine, I can stay with you."

"As you wish."

Eileen was so happy to hear the man's voice saying yes that she hurriedly pulled the passenger side

and sat up.

......

Camille woke up at seven o'clock.

There was no one around, so he probably went downstairs.

Only when she came downstairs after washing and changing, she didn't see anyone and asked Kit,

"Ayan, where is he?"

"Ayan went out early in the morning, with Miss Khan and the two of them."

"Okay, I got it."

Camille just lightly responded, the bottom of the heart as lightly cut through the sea left inconspicuous

ripples, but people can not ignore.

Where did he take Eileen so early in the morning?

Can't wait to celebrate that they're getting divorced?

Thinking about it, the tip of the heart is like being torn by ants like a vague pain, not light or heavy, but

can make people hurt to the point of not being able to breathe.

Camille grabbed a bite to eat and headed out.

She thought Ayan was going to celebrate with Eileen first and then would go straight to the Civil Affairs

Bureau to meet her, so she drove there by herself.

Same time.

In the president's office on the top floor of the Simpson Group building.

Ayan sits at his desk focusing on the paperwork in his hand, while Eileen sits on the couch across from

him, where she has been sitting and waiting for the past hour.

She specially checked the Civil Affairs Bureau office hours, it is now, but he did not half move, she

hesitated, and finally decided to remind.

"Ayan , are you done yet? Are we ready to go over there?"

She looked at Ayan, her eyes were gentle, and her tone was as moving as a clear spring.

Ayan lifted his hand to glance at the time on his watch and said with a warm gaze, "Wait a minute."

Eileen can only lightly purse her lips without a sound.

She said to herself that they would check in today anyway, after waiting for so long, there was no need

to rush for such an hour or two, instead she saved upsetting him.

So she said no more, kept silent and waited.

After the man's eyes noticed her head hanging down, he picked up his phone and found a contact and

knocked down a few words to send over, then put it back and continued reading the file.

In about ten minutes, Kian knocked on the office door.

"Mr. Simpson, there's an urgent meeting on the board side to attend right now, so I'm afraid you'll need

to postpone your morning trip."

Kian walked in with a sharp pace, looking at Ayan with a heavy and slightly nervous face.

Ayan also stood up immediately: "Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Yes, you can cancel all my arrangements for this morning." His voice is indifferent, methodically

ordered, and then looked at the dull-eyed Eileen on the sofa and said, "Eileen, I'll have someone send

you back first, or you can have someone send you there if you have other arrangements, I have an

urgent meeting to attend at the moment, so I can't accompany you."

Eileen was stunned.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Ayan was already walking out of the office with Kian.

9:10 am.

In front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Camille was already waiting.

But Ayan hasn't arrived yet.

She's looked at the time several times now and she's been over for an hour and a half.

Finally, I couldn't resist taking out my phone and dialing Ayan's number, but it took a long time for Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

someone to pick up.

"Hello ma'am it's me, Kian , Mr. Simpson is in a meeting, what can I do for you?"

"???"

Camille was a little surprised: "He's in a meeting?"

"Yes, there is a temporary emergency on the board of directors' side, so Mr. Fu is having a meeting to

deal with it, do you need me to pass on anything?"

"No need."

After hanging up the phone, Camille looked helpless.

What meeting can't you take half an hour to check in before you start?

She held the phone, her eyes glazed over.

At this time, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.

She glanced down at the screen, which displayed a two-word note.

She pressed answer, "Hello, Preston ."

"Finished checking in yet?"

Preston asked in a shallow voice.

She said expressionlessly, "No, he had a temporary problem."

"Something?"

"Hmm."

Preston didn't think so and said, "Camille, does he not want to divorce you?"