My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 71 He seems to blame me a bit

"Well, it's been resolved, she's now moved out of Friendly Apartment, Hanyama Manson's residence."

"What does Ayan mean?"

Preston drove and asked Camille in a low voice while waiting for the light to turn green.

"Well, he means it." Camille sighed wordlessly, "But he seems to blame me a little ....."

"Blame you for not doing this to Eileen?"

When her mind was pierced by Preston, Camille subconsciously looked at him and said lightly, "Sort of,

Preston, do you feel the same way?"

"I would just feel guilty that you didn't tell me to take care of this for you, and if you did get hurt, I would

feel guilty and upset that I didn't protect you, Camille, and don't let it happen again, okay?"

Preston asked gently, and Camille just nodded her head indifferently and said yes.

As for why it is not good to tell Preston ?

Camille didn't have an answer in her mind either, because at the time she didn't think to talk to him, she

just thought to solve it herself. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Probably just don't want to bother him, right?

As we speak, the two men also arrive at the Simpson Group.

Mr. Moss and others took Camille and Preston straight to the conference room. The interior drawings

were tedious, and the style of the office building and the villa and the residential area were different, so

the discussion process and time was longer.

Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Preston and Mr. Moss are here to discuss the draft with Mr. Moss, do you want to go

there?

"Kian , are you idle now? Or do you think I'm idle now?"

Ayan's face is indifferent, his deep eyes are cold, and the sarcasm between the words makes Kian

hang his head immediately.

Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've taken the liberty, I'll go out now and prepare the

materials for your meeting this afternoon."

After saying that, Kian flew out of the office.

Could it be that he thought wrong?

But last night, Mr. Simpson called him to find a well-equipped apartment for Eileen overnight, doesn't

that mean the relationship with Mrs. Simpson is closer?

In the office.

Ayan stared down at the document in his hand, but the words on it said something he didn't know.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his face as gloomy as ice.

The phone rang at that moment.

"Hello?"

"Grandpa's birthday is getting ready, what are your plans?"

The call came from Fletcher.

There is less than a week's time is the old Simpson's birthday, Ayan also has long planned, he put his

idea with Fletcher mentioned, and then said: "in the Simpson's manson do it, just also a long time have

not been lively, grandpa before the hospital care of a lot of people, through the This time can also let

the people who care about grandpa to accompany him."

"Good, then according to your intention, these two days have time to bring Cami back for a meal, last

time the two families did not happy, grandpa wants to know what your current plans are?"

"We'll see, it's been a busy couple of days and Camille is busy."

"Okay, you decide yourselves, I still have the same request, no matter what the result is, you must

make grandpa nod, otherwise I can't spare you."

Fletcher's words threaten that he will always be Ayan's father, despite his complete withdrawal from the

Simpson Group.

After ending the call, Ayan put the phone on the table, raised his hand and pinched his brow, looking

warm and silent.

More than once Camille has interfered with normal work, the more I think about it, the more restless my

mind is, what is the magic of this woman?

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's lunchtime.

Camille had just finished leaving the conference room when Mr. Moss said, "Why don't we have lunch

together?"

"No, thank you for your kindness, we have work in the afternoon and some places still need to go back

to perfect, so the meal will be eaten another day."

"Good, then I won't keep you."

Mr. Moss shook hands with Preston and then watched them leave.

Camille and Preston were standing at the elevator waiting for the elevator when he asked, "Did Mr.

Moss just imply that we should work directly with the Simpson Group and not go through the Fumiko

Estate?"

"That's what it should mean."

Camille felt a bit worried, although Fumiko Estate is a bit unjust in many aspects, but after all, it has

signed a contract, it seems to be a bit unethical to end at this time.

Preston asked again, "Mr. Moss is from the Simpson Group, could he mean Ayan?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to think about it for now, it's fine for now."

She mainly did not want to get too involved with the Simpson Group and Ayan at work, which would not

be good for her after the divorce.

But she didn't tell Preston, she just thought it in her mind.

Camille was silent.

Preston measured her expression and then said in a shallow voice, "Camille, I think it might be more

appropriate to work directly with the Simpson Group, which would also be a direct springboard for the

company's future development."

Camille looks to Preston in surprise, eye to eye, and before she can say anything, the elevator opens.

Kian came out from inside and Camille nodded slightly as a greeting, but Kian stopped in front of her

and whispered, "Ma'am, Mr. Simpson knows you're in the office and asked me to come down and ask

you to come up."

"Can I help you?"

Camille asked.

Kian said, "It's about the old Simpson's birthday party, do you think we should go up and talk to Mr.

Simpson afterwards?"

"Good." About the old Simpson, Camille naturally did not hesitate, she looked to the side of Preston ,

said warmly: "Preston , you go back to the company first, I talk to Ayan about grandpa's birthday."

Preston nodded his head very understandingly and said, "Okay, you go up, do you need me to wait for

you?"

"No, it's late, you want to find something to eat, I'll take a taxi back to the office myself after I finish."

"Well, okay, then I'm off."

Preston stepped into the elevator and went downstairs first.

Kian took Camille to the top floor in Ayan's special elevator. It was after office hours and the only

people working on the top floor were Ayan's secretarial staff, who were not sure about her identity but

would not talk about it freely.

When she arrives at the office, Ayan is on the phone and Camille goes to the couch and sits down to

wait.

On the coffee table in front of me was a bento lunch for two.

So it's for her too?

She looked at the man's back and her heart rippled a little.

After a minute or so, Ayan ended the call and came over, then sat down on the single couch to her left

and said with a faint expression on his face, "Let's eat first."

Neither of them mentioned last night's incident again, and quietly chewed and ate their lunch slowly.

Camille has a small appetite and her appetite has changed since she got pregnant, so she didn't eat

much before she put her chopsticks down.

Ayan sweeps up and asks, "Not to your liking?"

"No, I just had a snack with Mr. Moss about work and I'm not too hungry."

Camille responded.

Ayan didn't think much of it, just mumbled.

She asked, "Ayan , you want to talk to me about Grandpa's birthday party?"

"Hmm."

"What do you want me to do?"