My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 60 Misunderstanding that he and Eileen are married

He didn't say another word after that until he got in the car.

The car took Eileen to the place where the song was recorded, and when she got out of the car, she

asked in a low voice, "Ayan, are you angry? Although I think Camille is also wrong to do so, but you

should not be angry, what to say to her properly, she is after all a girl, I am afraid you hurt her."

Ayan face cold, walking in the back seat did not even give Eileen a look, the tone is also indifferent as

ice: "Eileen, this matter you do not worry about, you busy you, huh?"

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She couldn't do anything to upset him.

As she watched the man's car leave, the coldness rose in her eyes and she said silently in her heart,

"Camille, Ayan can only be mine."

The whole afternoon, Ayan's face did not look good, and several people in charge and vice presidents

who reported to him were criticized for being worthless and began to doubt their lives.

The entire office echoed with the man's chilling voice.

The vice president who came out of the office looked at Kian with a sobbing face: "Mr. Reid, what's

wrong with Mr. Simpson?"

"Mr. Simpson will only do business, we should not speculate on Mr. Simpson's mind, do the job in hand

naturally will not be Mr. Simpson criticism."

Several vice presidents and heads looked at each other and nodded, then began a self-examination.

After sending these people away, Kian now silently breathed in, he did not tell others, in fact, he was

also very panicked.

At that moment, the intercom rang.

The man's indifferent voice came, "Kian , you waiting for me to go out and set you up with a job?"

Kian put down the phone and did not even dare to breathe and immediately went to the office.

This atmosphere lasted until the end of the evening.

Ayan returns to Hanyama Manson, Camille is not back yet, and Eileen has dinner with her sponsor

tonight.

The large villa is quiet, from the moment he entered the door, he sensed the cold, a quiet that makes

the body uncomfortable.

His handsome face was as cold as frost, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled with indifference

emanating from them.

Camille returned an hour later.

She changed her shoes in the foyer and then walked inside, with only a dim light on, and she

whispered, "Why didn't Kit turn on the light?"

Kit was probably busy and didn't respond.

She planned to go straight upstairs, but just as she reached the foyer, she heard a man's low voice

from the living room: "Camille, what time is it, and why are you just coming back?"

She turned her head to look over and met the deep, dark eyes with a slight pause.

He's been sitting here?

Camille said lightly, "I went to see the site with Mr. Moss and then had dinner together before coming

back, and it's only after seven o'clock, so it's not too late."

Ayan looked at her expressionlessly, narrowing his cold eyes, picking up the corners of his lips and

saying, "How late do you think is late? Do you want everyone to think that you and Preston are

boyfriend and girlfriend when you bring them to dinner?"

Camille frowns.

She said, "Ayan, Preston and I are partners, and the company is owned by both of us, so isn't it normal

for him to have dinner with Mr. Moss? As for what he said today, it was just to excuse me and clear up

our relationship."

"To clear our relationship? Why should we skim?"

He questioned with a cold face.

Camille laughed at his question.

She said, "Hasn't Eileen made everyone think you're dating? And what am I between you two? What

do people think of me?"

She didn't really want to mention the day's events, anything about Eileen she didn't want to talk about.

Ayan's brow furrowed slightly and his eyes seemed to have crushed ice in them: "That's just what you

think, Eileen and I didn't say anything, let alone do anything to make them misunderstand, Camille, not

everyone thinks like you do."

"Since you think it's me who thinks that, what makes you think others won't think that?"

"You're being sophomoric."

He was coldly certain.

Camille was stunned, and the next second she said, "Whatever you think."

"Camille , we are husband and wife, you better keep your distance from Preston, don't have any more

dealings with him, as for your company how much money he invested I paid him to leave, you break

clean with him, no more contact."

"Ayan , even if we are a couple you can't influence my social circle, I never asked you to keep your

distance from anyone, and I'm not forcing you to break contact with anyone, Preston and I are just

friends."

"You can't say if you're a friend or not, Preston has no good intentions for you, I'm a man and I know a

man's mind, Camille , it's the most basic moral of a wife."

Camille was completely stalled.

He mentions the basic morality of a wife, does he think she is unethical?

What about him?

She stared at the man, her gaze cold and rhetorical question: "If I ask you to keep your distance from

Eileen can you do it? You told me yourself that you wanted to divorce and marry Eileen, and you

brought her to live in our home, Ayan. Have you done what a husband should do morally?"

He looked at him coldly, I don't know if it was because the mention of Eileen upset him, the handsome

face was wrapped in coldness for a long time did not dissipate.

The two got into an argument and neither would back down.

Camille felt she wasn't wrong, and while she was clear about what Preston had in mind for her, she had

made her point and Preston didn't continue to press the issue.

Compared to Ayan and Eileen, she doesn't think it's too much.

Preston is not only a partner to her, but also a good friend.

In her most difficult time, it was his support that had brought her to this point, so how could she possibly

propose such words as cutting off friendship?

From this moment on, the two fell into a cold war.

Eileen also noticed this, though she didn't know what it was because of, but it was always good news

for her.

This cold war lasted for three days.

Eileen's comeback meeting also came as promised.

The night before, Eileen approached Ayan and said, "Ayan, can you do me a favor? Tomorrow is my

comeback meeting, I want to invite you to accompany me to attend, okay? Don't worry, I won't take you

too long, it will only take you ten minutes to get busy with your own business, I've been off for a year,

I'm afraid it's hard to carry out my work without heat."

Eileen was sincere and full of expectation, hoping that Ayan would say yes.

Ayan hesitated and simply said, "I'll have to see what Kian's arrangements are."

"I've already asked Kian, he said you don't have any plans for tomorrow morning, so just say yes to

me, okay?"

Ayan's face was expressionless, his eyes flashed with a deep emotion, and finally nodded his head and

agreed.

With the addition of Ayan, it definitely brought the meet up to the top.

There were many fans and journalists and media gathered because Eileen was very hot a year ago

and she had a good voice and became the dream goddess of many people.

She took Ayan's hand and walked to the stage in front of the cameras and photographers, her gentle

voice thanking her fans and all those who supported her, and finally looked at the man beside her and

said softly in a voice like a clear oriole: "I want to thank him the most, thank you, Ayan."

Ayan's face is expressionless, without any smile or response, but he is good-looking and his reserved

aura is unattainable.

This kind of man even standing there doing nothing can also make people feel pleasing to the eye.

The fans at the bottom applauded, cheering and jumping for joy.

A reporter suddenly spoke up and asked, "Miss Khan, may I ask what your relationship is with Mr.

Simpson? Why do you want to thank Mr. Simpson in particular?"

"Are Miss Khan and Mr. Simpson dating?"

"The two were photographed living together a year ago, so is Miss Khan quietly getting married and

having a baby?"

"Are Mr. Simpson and Miss Khan married today?"

One question after another raised the atmosphere to a high level.