My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 88 Making him wait all night

The back of her head was held by a large palm, she wanted to struggle, but her waist was tightly bound

by him, she did not dare to move for fear of touching her abdomen can only tilt her head and forced to

accept.

The lips and teeth are the dominant crispness belonging to a man, and the nose is full of pure male

scent.

He kissed her deeply, not allowing her to dodge or retreat, tossing and turning and sucking on her she.

When the long kiss was over, her whole body was already brain-dead softly leaning in his arms, and a

face was flushed with scarlet even with her ears.

She took a heavy breath and slowed down before looking up at him, "What are you doing?"

The voice has a pouting tone, sounding not like unhappiness, but rather a bit of pouting.

Ayan narrowed his eyes and went back down to peck her lips again, his voice husky, "What do you

think?"

His voice was muffled to the extreme, and his hands on her body could feel the heat through her

clothes. Camille pursed her lips slightly, unaware of how seductive she was at the moment.

He said in a low voice, "How about not going?"

"Don't."

She finished and subconsciously tried to get up, but he held her down hard: "Don't move."

Ayan lifted his hand and rubbed her lips: "No lipstick from now on, it doesn't taste very good."

The direct and frank request made her cheeks redden even more.

Originally, Ayan only intended to lighten the lipstick on his lips a bit, but now he realized that after a

series of indescribable processes, it was even more eye-catching than the lipstick he had just worn.

The look in his eyes was too direct and purposeful, and Camille felt that if she continued, she might not

have to go out, so she got up from his arms when he let his guard down and left.

Looking at her fleeing back, Ayan slightly hooked his lips to reveal a faint smile.

At the Hance City airport, Camille received her friend at the departure gate, wearing a mask and

sunglasses, and her outfit was also very low-key and simple, and they hugged each other briefly.

Camille laughed, "It's been a long time. I'm glad I didn't mistake you for someone else, otherwise I

wouldn't know how to explain to you?"

The man smiled faintly, "Still so leathery?"

They walked together to the parking lot, and Camille drove the car and said to him, "Let's eat first, then

you can rest early, and I'll walk you around tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I have dinner tonight, why don't you go with me?"

"That's not good, is it?"

"There is nothing good, our relationship still need to say this? I am also more comfortable with you,

otherwise I am afraid of running away from the battlefield."

He was half joking, but there was actually nothing wrong with it. He had always been socially awkward

and basically reluctant to hang out with anyone other than his familiar friends, this time being the

exception.

Camille was also aware of this point, so she agreed without saying anything.

The two arrived at the restaurant, specially asked for a private room, and the meal had come up.

While eating, the man suddenly asked, "You've had less contact with me this year since you came to

Hance City, Cami, and I never asked you, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." She shook her head hastily, "Just for some personal matters concerning myself."

"It's all right." The man didn't ask many questions, she would naturally say what she wanted to say, and

then asked, "Mr. Walker came to Hance City with you?"

"Well, yes, we are currently partners in a construction company."

"He's as good to you as ever, Cami, and there are things you may not understand, but it's clear to me

as a man that he is fond of you."

Camille pursed her lips and smiled: "Master Albert, don't tease me, there are things you can see and

not say, and you're still good friends, eh?"

He just smiled and continued, "He is still not charming enough to attract you in any way. If he had the

ability to make you fall in love long ago, he wouldn't have remained friends."

Camille stopped talking and just smiled lightly.

The man also did not continue to talk, after eating and then sent him to the hotel to rest, he took the

initiative to say before getting out of the car, "I am a little talkative tonight, if you are not happy you can

tell me directly, but I am not sure if I will correct it next time?"

Camille laughs helplessly, "Why can't you cure your social phobia?"

He made a gesture of pulling on his mouth, then turned and went into the hotel.

At the same time, Hanyama Manson, Ayan's cell phone also rang.

The man on the other end of the phone reported, "Mr. Simpson, the lady and her friend had dinner and

then sent her friend directly back to the hotel, the lady did not get out of the car, the two said goodbye

in front of the hotel."

"Hmm."

He responded in a low voice, then hung up the phone and put it down.

Camille, the person in question, knows nothing about this.

Half an hour later, she returned to Hanyama Manson and went straight upstairs to her bedroom.

Ayan leaned back on the bed to read, ignoring her, and Camille took the initiative and asked, "Still not

resting?"

"How can I sleep at home when my married wife is still out meeting and eating with friends of the

opposite sex?"

"Ayan , I went out because I told you to, I didn't go out behind your back. "

"That's because I asked you had to say it, and if I hadn't asked, you would have said it?"

He lifted his eyes to look at her.

Camille is cured of shutting up and not talking.

She rinsed off a shower, removed her makeup, and then waited another half hour before finally

returning to bed.

But just as she lay down, the man's body pressed down, and she hurriedly put her hands against it to

keep him from pressing against her abdomen.

Ayan was unhappy with her actions and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"You're too heavy, and I'll get a stomachache from the pressure."

She casually found an excuse.

Ayan believed it, but held her directly on top of himself, then cupped her chin and whispered, "Made me

wait all night, now it's time to satisfy me, huh?"

Camille subconsciously tried to refuse, but Ayan didn't give her a chance to gag her.

In fact, she did not know what excuse and reason to use, if continue to refuse Ayan sooner or later will

find the end, and she also asked Irene, as long as a little slower is no problem, so she spent the whole

time to control the speed, resulting in Ayan almost to be driven crazy.

By the end of the day, men are simply out of control and do exactly what they want.

It was midnight when it was over, he was full of food and drink but full of energy, and took the initiative

to clean her up, making Camille ashamed and annoyed, throwing a pillow directly at him and then

burying her head in the pillow and falling asleep.

After a long night of tossing and turning, Camille's alarm clock failed to wake her up the next day.

Ayan kindly turned off the alarm clock for her and then pressed her back to sleep, but just as he was

about to leave the house, Camille's phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw the name on the screen, then connected and went to the balcony, the

man's voice came from the other end: "Camille, I bought you breakfast, come to the office to eat

together, okay?"

"Mr. Walker is really caring for my wife, but thanks to Mr. Walker's kindness, Camille is still sleeping, so

I'm afraid I won't be able to eat your breakfast, so Mr. Walker can enjoy it alone.

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes, his tone was low and warm, his words were provocative and warning. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Preston was also stunned to hear Ayan's voice, and he didn't expect Ayan to answer the phone.

He asked, "Mr. Simpson is now blocking Camille's freedom to make friends?"