My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 90 He's like a little kid

Camille also does not understand why he is particularly fond of arguing with Preston lately like a child.

But she didn't answer this question after all, she just said, "It's late, you go eat, I have things to do later,

hang up first?"

Ayan didn't know if he was unhappy, but he didn't say anything and cut off the call first. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

When Camille returned to the couch and sat down, Preston was waiting for her, and when she sat

down, he offered her a piece of chicken, and Camille asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

"Waiting for you to join us."

Camille was reflexively stunned, and then Preston didn't say anything else.

His deep eyes were filled with tenderness as he glanced at Camille, no matter what time he wanted to

wait for her again, even if he knew nothing would come of it but still wanted to wait.

After dinner, Camille went over the drawing and asked Yessica to send it to Mr. Moss.

She didn't have to go to the construction site today, so she stayed with Preston to review other projects

and the company's earnings for the quarter.

Although the company is small, she and Preston have a clear division of labor, and Preston will take

care of the operation and diplomacy without any worries, which makes people feel relaxed and less

tired.

When the work was almost finished, Preston also mentioned: " The Armstrong family has a bid next

month, which happens to be our company's specialty, should we take it?"

Camille frowned slightly, then read over the terms and content of the bid he handed over before saying,

"Let me think about it, do you have any suggestions?"

"It can be done, it just so happens that we are good at it, and although our company is small, we still

have an advantage in what we are good at."

"Well, I see what you mean."

Camille was hesitant to have much contact with the Armstrong family, even for work-related matters.

Her silence Preston understood, he said: "If you do not want to we can not do, but the Armstrong family

if you can not recruit a suitable partner should come to us, especially now you are involved in the

Simpson Group project, which has become a living sign, so Camille, you need to be mentally

prepared."

Camille nodded, in fact, working for the Armstrong family is nothing, can be a normal partner, but after

all those things she has slowly changed her state of mind, she is not too willing to do the unpleasant

things, and do not want to be controlled.

So Camille needs to think about it, and once she says yes, she'll be in frequent contact with the

Armstrong family until the end of the project.

At 6:00 p.m., Camille leaves the office after work.

She took the elevator to the parking lot with Preston, during which she checked the time several times

and Preston asked, "Camille, do you have an appointment? You look like you're in a hurry to me."

"Well, a friend is coming to Hance City and I'm going to have dinner with him later."

"A friend? Is it someone I know?"

"Albert."

"So it's him, what's he doing here in Hance City?"

Preston and Albert have met, but only met, although both are friends of Camille, but Albert is not much

contact with Preston, only a nodding acquaintance.

"He's got a bit of a work thing going on ....... "

Before Camille could finish her sentence, Albert's message came through: "I'm downstairs at your

office, I'll go up if you don't come down."

Camille hooked her lips in a smile, "Right away, give me two minutes."

She put her phone away and heard Preston ask, "You and Albert are as close as ever."

"Well, it hasn't changed. He helped me a lot when I was studying, and although he was my elder in

terms of age, we talked a lot, and he was sometimes childish, but he taught me a lot of things that are

still very useful to this day."

Albert is more than ten years older than Camille, he met Camille when he was the hottest, and has not

changed until now, some people are like this, even if they rarely contact, but the love in the life will not

fade.

Preston nodded and half-joked, "Camille, does Albert like you? I don't see any girlfriends or scandals

around him over the years because of you?"

Camille's face changed instantly and she said, "Preston, don't say those words again or you'll get

Albert in trouble, and he's only taking care of me like a sister."

"You're just so sure?"

"It's not for sure, it's for sure, I appreciate a talented person like Albert, and I like his character even

more for being frank and direct without hiding anything, if we were really right for each other, I probably

wouldn't be standing here talking to you about this."

Her attitude is very serious, and her words are even more flooded with seriousness.

Preston also hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just being paranoid."

"Nothing." Camille responded lightly.

The elevator door was also opened at that moment, and the two men came out of it and got into their

respective cars.

Camille drove her car from the parking lot to the building's floor, where she pulled up next to Albert and

lowered the window: "Get in."

Albert, wearing a hat and mask that would be hard to recognize even for a fan, pulled open the car

door and sat up before uncovering his hat: "Been waiting for you for a long time, well over two

minutes."

"Didn't you used to say that it was an honor for a boy to wait for a girl?"

"Very good, have learned to gag me with my words."

Camille smiled and drove off to the hotel at the address Albert had given her.

Two people chatting, naturally did not notice from the parking lot has been following the car behind, the

man in the car face warm indifference can not see what he was thinking?

When Camille and Albert arrived at the restaurant, the person who invited Albert had not yet arrived,

and Camille couldn't help but ask, "It seems you really owe a big favor to the person who invited you to

dinner.

"It doesn't matter, I'm past the age of caring about that."

"Those who don't know will think you're already seventy years old."

"I'm an old man compared to you."

Camille was amused as she covered her mouth and said, "Well, you're an old man, but I'm still a little

girl."

"So I hope you little girl can respect the old and love the young to me better, more contact with me in

the future, do not I do not take the initiative to find you will not take the initiative to send a message a

phone call to me, you know what you call this? Typical white-eyed wolf."

Albert's tone was slow, but his face was gentle without the slightest displeasure, and he lifted his hand

to gently rub Camille's hair.

Camille raised her hand to stop it: "Don't move, you'll be the one to lose face later if you mess up your

hair."

"I don't mind ......."

Albert refused to let go, but his words were just spoken when the door to the private room pushed open

from the outside.

The two hands were still playing together, and the people standing in the doorway noticed the scene.

Four people looked at each other the same, and the other three were slightly surprised except for

Albert.

Albert then lowered his hand and greeted him lightly, "Mr. Simpson, long time no see."

"Mr. Bell, good day."

Ayan walked into the private room with slender steps, Eileen took his arm and also hurriedly greeted

Albert: "Hello Master Albert, I'm a big fan of yours, my name is Eileen."

"Hello, Miss Khan."

Albert's expression was warm and bland, and his words were distant.

Camille remained silent, she really didn't expect Albert to meet with Ayan and Eileen, but when she

thought about it, she wasn't surprised, because Eileen had asked Ayan to help contact Albert, but she

didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

She tried to reduce her presence as much as possible, but Ayan didn't seem to have any intention of

letting her go.

The handsome face swept her a glance without moving, then asked, "Master Albert does not introduce

the young lady beside him?"