My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 22 Accompanying Eileen to choose her wedding dress?

"Camille? Sorry, I'm Eileen."

Eileen's gentle voice came slowly.

Camille froze.

She asked faintly, "Why did you answer?"

"Ayan asked me to get his phone for him, he went to the bathroom, why don't you call back later? If you have time you can also come directly, we are in the process of selecting a wedding dress, it would be better if you can come and give me a little advice, after all, you are an expert in this area.”

When she heard Eileen say that she was picking out a wedding dress, Camille's whole body froze.

Her eyes were dull and cold, and she repeated without any warmth, "You said that you were picking a wedding dress?"

"Well, yes, Ayan said that I am recovering better and better every day, and we can handle the wedding after your divorce, and the wedding photos can be prepared first, so that when we need to use them, the time is too urgent, Camille , you should not mind it, right? After all, you don't like Ayan either, do you?"

Camille said indifferently, "Of course, why would I mind? I can't wait to give you my blessing, so is this all Ayan's plan?"

"Yes, Ayan is very good to me, always thinking carefully in this regard for fear that I will be aggravated.” Eileen responded delicately.

Without further ado, and not wanting to interrupt any further, Camille said, "Then you guys go ahead and I'll leave you to it."

"Camille, aren't you coming over?"

Camille doesn't respond and hangs up as if she didn't hear.

She is an architect, not a wedding dress designer, she went to design their wedding room?

She really didn't know how Eileen had said those words.

Eileen is a happy woman in a honey pot compared to the opportunities she has never experienced and will never have again.

Although she slept for a year because of Ayan, what she got in return was his wholehearted love and lifelong companionship.

And she is nothing.

What Ayan did made Camille feel incredibly ridiculous.

He obviously said today that he wanted to postpone the divorce for his grandfather, but the next second he was with his sweetheart to choose a wedding dress and prepare to take wedding photos?

So did he take her for a fool?

Camille The curve of self-deprecation at the corner of her mouth is getting deeper and deeper, and that delicate face is filled with pale pain.

She raised her hand to her abdomen and whispered, "Baby, I'm sorry that mommy can't give you a complete home, but mommy will love and care for you with all she has."

Because of this phone call, she was already mentally prepared for Ayan not coming back tonight.

Although he had repeatedly stressed that he would not do anything to break his fidelity during the marriage, she wanted to ask: was it not a breach of fidelity for him to go with Eileen to pick out a wedding dress now?

Camille told herself to stop thinking about it, after all, nothing would change in the end, and as for now, think of it as a way for her to get used to being without him in advance.

She simply ate something and went to her room to take a shower and lie down.

As she slept, she felt the light shining through and as soon as she opened her eyes she saw the man standing by the bed staring at her from above.

Why is he back?

As she thought this in her heart, her mouth asked, "Why are you back?" Ayan frowned and asked with an indifferent face, "This is my home, where can I go if I don't come back?"

“You're not off with Miss Khan, I thought you wouldn't be back tonight.” "Camille , why are you always talking to me with a sting these days? Don't pull Eileen out every time as a reason to fight with me, okay?" Ayan's questioning and blaming made her resentment that had been suppressed in her heart all night be completely aroused.

She sat up and faced the man in front of her, not flinching or cowering in the least.

She questioned coldly, "So you think it's my fault? Don't you understand why I carry a thorn in your side?"

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