My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 163 Checking in as Mrs. Simpson

Camille did not deny, just looked at him lightly, but I do not know why the heart seems to be swallowed

by something vaguely painful.

Ayan also did not continue to wait, just looked deeply at her and then dropped his hand.

This time, the elevator door did not open again.

Camille stood rigidly in place for a long time without moving, and she watched the floor light to the first

floor before she reacted.

She lightly pursed her lips, a face pale and bloodless, her eyes shimmered with tears at some point,

but never let them fall.

She said to herself in her heart, "Let's just go here, we know from the beginning that we can't go to the

end, so why keep insisting on making each other's life so hard?"

The only person she couldn't forgive was the baby in her belly. She raised her hand and gently stroked

it: "I'm sorry, baby!"

Camille went back to her apartment and after a quick wash, she started to keep herself busy. Before

that, she had to call Preston for a chat because of the project restart.

It was just hung up after the phone call.

This was repeated several times, and finally when you called again it was straightforward: "Sorry, the

number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Camille wrinkled her brow in some shock.

Is this being blacked out?

She thought it was a bit unbelievable because it was unlikely that Preston would have blacked her out,

so it should just be that there was no power or something was out of service, right?

Camille can only think of these two points at the moment.

Not being able to contact Preston, she didn't stay idle and sorted out all the information about the

project, and then she docked with Yessica about all the details related to the project.

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By the time it was over, it was dark outside.

She leaned somewhat wearily on the sofa, her heart was a widow, and she did not know from whence

she found herself as if she had returned to the loneliness she had felt during the time she had just been

Brody,Page on to her grandmother's house.

Probably life is like that, after all, no one will accompany you to the end.

.......

The next morning, Camille arrived at Simpson Group on time with the design.

She went directly to the project department and intended to show the design to Mr. Moss, but Mr. Moss

said, "I am only responsible for the progress of the construction, Mr. Simpson is responsible for the

design, you can show it to Mr. Simpson!"

Camille was now completely frozen.

So what Ayan said last night about the obvious results is that she needs to monitor her progress like

this every day?

It's not that she couldn't stand up to the knocking, she just felt a little uncomfortable being in direct

contact with Ayan.

But she had already signed the contract, so naturally she had to follow the Simpson Group's

arrangement.

She took the design to Ayan's office, but just before she reached the door, she was stopped by Kian,

who said, "Ma'am, Mr. Simpson has a visitor right now. "

"So I'll wait?"

"You can go back to the office first, and I'll pass on anything you need to explain?"

Kian's words made Camille frown, then she said, "There's nothing to pass on, it's about the project, so

I'd better talk to him myself!"

Kian stopped blocking and Camille stood directly in front of the office and waited.

Time passes, and nearly half an hour later the office door still has no intention of opening.

Camille pursed her lips and asked Kian, "What kind of guests is he meeting? Is it important?"

"Just a moment, ma'am, I'll ask Mr. Simpson for you."

Kian dialed inside and Ayan picked up quickly.

Kian asked, "Mr. Simpson , Mrs. wants to talk to you about the project, you see ....."

Ayan said lightly, "Let her in."

Kian turned off the intercom and looked to Camille: "Ma'am, Mr. Simpson wants you to come in."

Camille nods and walks to her office with the design in hand. She knocks on the door before pushing it

open and walking in.

In the office, Ayan was sitting on a chair in front of the desk, and a beautiful-looking girl was standing

beside her, a sexy short skirt highlighted her figure, she looked at Ayan with adoration, and when she

saw Camille enter, she subconsciously said, "Mr. Simpson, your wife is here, so I'll leave first?"

Although the words are saying so, but the expression reveals a faint aggravation and reluctance.

Ayan looked at Camille expressionlessly, then smiled lightly and said to the girl, "It's okay, my wife

won't mind, Camille, do you think so?"

Camille pursed her lips, her eyes met Ayan's deep, cold eyes, and she said lightly, "As long as you're

happy!"

"Did you hear that? My wife is very understanding and considerate, so you don't need to go, go sit

somewhere and wait for me to finish work and have lunch together, huh?"

"Good." The girl showed a smile, her eyes not forgetting to stare at Camille, before this went to the sofa

and sat down.

When Ayan's eyes turned to Camille again, his face was so cold and gloomy that water could seep out

of it, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line: "Not to talk about the project? Go ahead!"

His different treatment makes Camille purse her lips, her face is also revealing a slight and unmoving

stiffness, she is subconsciously clutching the hand to pretend that nothing is the same as handing over

the design in her hand.

She said, "Mr. Moss said all the progress on the design side is reported directly to you, these are the

drawings before the project was stopped, and the ones that follow are the ones after the project

restarted, most of them are in the process of construction ......"

She was speaking seriously, but Ayan suddenly interrupted.

"Is that all you have to say?"

Camille subconsciously frowned: "I don't quite understand what you mean, do you think that's not

enough?"

Ayan snorted coldly, and his thin lips became colder and colder: "Enough, how can it not be enough?

Are you done? As for these drawings, I will take time to read them, and I will ask Kian to inform you if

there are any changes needed, huh?"

"Ayan ......"

"Camille , are you here to talk to me about work?"

"Yes."

She didn't understand what he meant by that question, but answered truthfully.

The next thing I heard was the man's low voice saying, "Since you're here to talk to me about work

then change your name, otherwise it's hard not to get the wrong idea that you're checking in as Mrs.

Simpson."

Camille was stunned.

She was really depressed why he turned over his face faster than a book?

Obviously she did not do anything, why is she angry and unhappy again?

Camille wrinkled her eyebrows at him and replied in a clear, bland voice: "Okay, I understand."

"Is there anything else?"

"No more."

"Then get out."

He looked as indifferent as water, and his eyes dropped to stop looking at her.

Camille stood frozen in place before taking a step toward the door.

Ayan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and he said coldly, "Tell Kian to book a private room at

Darkmoor, I'm taking someone to lunch."

Camille stopped in her tracks, realizing as an afterthought that the words were addressed to her.

She turned to look over and saw the woman on the couch trotting briskly toward Ayan: "Mr. Simpson,

are we having lunch alone?"

"What? Isn't that enough?"

His words reveal a smile, and a vague hint of doting.

Camille looked at his familiar handsome face with no expression, she felt a sudden boredom at the

bottom of her heart, and then said lightly: "Ayan, I work with Simpson Group and I'm not an employee

of Simpson Group, so I'm sorry I don't want to tell you, you'd better let Kian come in and talk to him

personally. ."

She turned around and walked away after she finished.

Until her figure completely disappeared in the doorway, the office in the slow sound of the woman's

whispered query: "Mr. Simpson , Mrs. Simpson is not angry upset?"