My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 54 How can you be so eccentric?

She gave a slight pause, then responded, "Our divorce doesn't pose any risk to the Simpson Group."

"Camille, so you think a divorce is more important than the fact that I almost died in a car accident? I'm

still lying here and I can't even get out of bed and you're in a hurry to ask me for a divorce because

you're worried that my foot will be crippled and you'll get hurt?"

" "

Camille was confused.

What's he saying?

How to be so able to turn black and white.

She opened her mouth to explain, but Ayan beat her to it again, "You're not happy because I had a car

accident with Eileen, are you?" Camille, you're jealous.

The last sentence is no longer a question, but a statement in tone.

Camille blinked softly and looked at him with warm eyes.

It took a long time before he said, "If I'm jealous, how are you going to explain that to me?"

Ayan's pupils tightened and he asked lightly, "Are you in love with me?"

"What do you think?"

She pretended to be calm, and her heart was unruffled.

"If you don't love me, why such a big reaction? Isn't it jealousy?"

He seems pretty sure that Camille is jealous, she just won't admit it.

Camille just smiled: "Ayan , if the person lying here today was me, would you be angry? Would you

accept it if you were me when your wife ended up in a car accident and hospitalized even though she

had to go out in the rain for another man?"

The man's face immediately flushed with coldness, his deep eyes revealing an indifferent chill staring at

her momentarily.

He did not continue the topic, and was silent for half a minute before speaking lightly: "I'm not feeling

well and would like to take a shower."

Camille gave a slight pause, pursed her lips and said, "Now?"

"Well, now."

She flinched for a moment, then said, "Then I'll go call the nurse to come help you."

"Let the nurse help me?"

"Well, you have so many injuries, I don't have a light weight will hurt you, the nurse is a professional will

not hurt you."

She was about to go out and call the nurse when Ayan immediately shouted to stop her.

He said, "No nurse."

Camille doesn't say anything, just looks at him.

He added, "You help me."

She pursed her lips again: "Ayan, don't be stubborn, okay? You can't even stand up right now. It's very

inconvenient to take a shower, and if you accidentally fall, you'll aggravate the injury."

"You're disgusted with me the way I am?"

He stared at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

Camille was also frozen, she didn't say anything, how could he think that?

She paused for a moment before saying, "I don't mind you, I'm just afraid of getting your wounds and

helping you fall, if you really want to wash I'll let the nurse help or let Rex help you when he comes

back later?"

"Don't."

He refused outright.

He said, "Camille , we're a couple, why would I want someone else?"

She was helpless and really didn't know where to start.

But Ayan insisted, the whole face stinks to the point of not being able to self.

She wanted to say something else, the words did not come out of his mouth, listen to him not warmly

said: "you really do not want to help me even if, anyway, I am now living in the hospital, and will not

interfere with you, and will not affect you, you want to come to see me for a while, do not want to come

can not appear for a day and a night, I can not stand now can not do anything to you? "

"......." Camille .

Listen to what Mr. Simpson of the Simpson Group has to say.

She sighed soundlessly, "I'm not not helping you ....... I'll get the water, don't take a shower, I'll rub your

body."

She didn't want to go on, maybe he would say something to accuse her of being a substandard wife.

She couldn't understand why Ayan was like a different person.

She thinks it's probably because she's been with Eileen for a long time and it's more or less

contagious.

Camille went straight to the bathroom, got a basin with warm water, then a towel and put the water on

the bench next to the bed. She rolled up her sleeves and unlocked the door to the hospital room before

she leaned down and started unbuttoning his gown.

The man's handsome face has a few deep and shallow scuff marks, not serious, but still extraordinarily

noticeable on the fair cheeks.

But it must be said that these scars did not affect his face in any way, probably with perfect features,

but added a few points belonging to the man's ruggedness, different from the usual feeling, but in turn,

a different style.

His deep, dark eyes kept watching the woman who was unbuttoning him, watching her with slightly

narrowed lips and a cold face, without any other emotions or expressions other than that.

He couldn't resist asking, "Camille , do you hate me?"

Camille frowns slightly, her gaze meeting his eyes.

She said, "No."

"No? I see you don't want to take care of me, so if it's really hard for you to feel uncomfortable, then

you don't have to continue, huh?"

"Ayan , we're a couple, it's my job to do this."

"Just for duty?"

She didn't say anything and stopped looking at him, got up and soaked the towel again and wrung it

out before continuing, the whole time she refused to say another word.

But those shining eyes kept staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She said faintly, "Don't you look at me."

"I just can't get up temporarily because of my injury, you don't even allow me to look at it?"

"I didn't think so, it's just that there's no way I can continue to rub your body when you're looking at me

like that."

"I'm just watching you, I'm not getting in your way."

Camille frowned in utter defeat.

She stopped talking and quietly finished wiping her upper body, then dressed and buttoned him up as

she said, "More comfortable now?"

"And that's it?"

"I've already finished wiping it."

Camille said.

Ayan said, "There's still half of it."

Camille eyes subconsciously move down, a face uncomfortable, although each other long frankly, but

that is also to do that kind of thing, like now this kind of openly with the eyes, she is a little

overwhelmed.

When Camille didn't respond, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She stiffened and struggled subconsciously, but he refused to let go, his voice low: "Camille, you still

don't like me, do you?"

She wrinkled her brow, "I didn't."

"Then why don't you want to?"

"I ......."

He pulled a little harder, she fell to sit on the hospital bed, the weight subconsciously leaned back

directly on his injured leg.

"HISS!!!"

Camille subconsciously stood up, his whole body panicked, and then hurriedly reached out to lift the

covers to look at his wound.

Although the leg is fractured, but the wound is not small, almost the bones can be seen, after just such

a pressure, can be seen through the white bandage faintly seeping blood.

She frowned, her face low and serious.

But when his eyes met the man's line of sight, he saw his handsome face warm and light, the corners

of his thin lips held a faint smile, not caring at all.

He asked loftily, "Camille , are you worried about me?"

"Ayan , do you think this is funny?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Her face was cold and her tone was very unpleasant.

His full name she called out a handful of times.

Although with a touch of anger, but somehow, he actually sounded pleasant.

He was silent for a few seconds and then spoke lightly, "I didn't think it was funny, I just wanted to see if

Mrs. Simpson would care about me. Who asked you not to come over until now, people who don't

know will think we are not getting along as a couple."

"Ayan , how can you be so biased? You were hurt for Eileen, why do you still want to kidnap me with

spousal disharmony?"

Camille is about to get pissed off.