My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 112 Taking care of him

Camille gave a slight pause and looked at him with a subconsciousfrown, the case of the shower still clearly in her mind, so she refusedwithout thinking: "I'll call Kian for you to come over."

After saying that, she immediately reached for her phone, but the nextmoment she saw Carter lift his hand to rip off the buttons of his shirt.One fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, and the clothesfollowed by him to remove.

Camille a sweep of his lean body, muscle lines clear and even bodywithout reservation in the air, handsome face is still with water droplets,not to mention how sexy.

Although these two words are mostly used to describe girls withbeautiful bodies, Camille thinks they are the right words to describeCarter at this moment.

She coughed lightly and hastily averted her eyes; she seriouslysuspected Carter was doing it on purpose.

His cold body lay under the warm blanket, then found a fairlycomfortable position and fell asleep.

Camille sighed and turned on the heat again, then this followed and laydown on the side.

They have been married for a year almost all sleep in one bed, thethings that should be done a lot have been done, so at the momentthere is no need to be pretentious to the sofa will be.

But Camille soon regretted it, because Carter took her directly into hisarms when she was about to fall asleep, and held her tightly withoutany intention of letting go.

Camille waited for his breathing to settle and then removed the handfrom her waist, but it was only a few seconds before he came back upand hugged her hard.

The low, husky man's voice was domineering: "Don't move ....."Camille subconsciously froze, is he sober?

It was three hours after I woke up from this nap, and at eight o'clock,Camille's alarm went off.

She had to go to the construction site today, so she did not need to goover to the company can be a little later, but the man next to her did notmove at all, still sleeping.

Camille whispered, "Carter?"

Carter rolled over and didn't respond.

Camille reached out to push him, but her fingertips just touched hisshoulder when she felt something wrong.

He's hot.

Rolling hot.

Camille wrinkled her nose and immediately woke him up, but Cartermurmured, somewhat dazedly, "Stop it, huh?"

Camille got out of bed and immediately grabbed a thermometer fromthe small medicine cabinet she had just prepared to take histemperature, which Irene had asked her to keep on hand foremergencies.

The five-minute wait was a bit long, but Camille already suspected hemight have a fever.

Five minutes later, the temperature needle showed thirty-nine degreesone.

Camille's face was slightly grave even said, "Carter, you get up, youhave a fever, let's go to the hospital.”

Carter was dead set against it: "I'll just take a nap."

He felt heavy-headed, probably because he hadn't had a cold for toolong, so he was unusually fierce, muddled and weak, and just wantedto lie down and sleep.

Camille couldn't shout at him, and couldn't bear to keep arguing withhim, and there was an indescribable taste in her heart.

In any case, she left him in the bathtub last night, the heart is always abit sorry.

She had to choose to use the delivery software to purchase themedicine to reduce fever, and then rushed to boil some porridge later togive him to eat.

While waiting for the medicine to be delivered to her door, she calledYessica: "I don't have time to go over there in the morning, you're busywith other things at the office, I'll call you when I'm free in theafternoon.”

The phone hung up and the medicine was delivered.

Camille first got Carter up to take his medication and then served himporridge. Since there were no clothes for him over here, she justordered two more very ordinary T-shirts by the way, but they instantlylooked taller on him.

After taking the medication Carter was slightly refreshed and Camilleasked, "You'd better go to the hospital, right?"

Carter soaked in the water for several hours resulting in high fever, thehead is too chaotic, the amount of thinking power is not, just faint NiCamille said, "I do not want to go to the hospital.”

Camille pursed her lips, "You'll burn out your brain if you don't go to thehospital and keep running a fever.”

"Why do I have a fever?"

He asked faintly.

Camille lost her voice.

Carter added: "My fever is because of you, then until my fever is goneyou should take care of it, Camille, we are a husband and wife, thehusband should also be taken care of by the wife when he is sick, whatdo you think?"

Camille just sighed silently, she couldn't say anything.

Because Carter just won't leave, Camille can't get rid of him.

After all, it's also true that it was caused by her mistake. She couldhave not taken care of him or not wanted him to come to the apartment,but since he had entered the door of the apartment and was in adrunken condition, she should have been responsible for it.

Camille's silence made Carter's face gentle. He spent the morning inbed, mostly sleeping, so it was quite pleasant to get along.

For lunch, Camille cooked two dishes for herself.

One sautéed loofah with fine meat and one baby vegetable in soup.The two sat face to face at the small rectangular table. Carter scannedthe meal on the table, which sold well and was simple but home-cooked.

Camille also noticed his gaze and mistakenly thought he wasdissatisfied, so she spoke up, "These are the only simple ingredients inthe fridge, if they don't suit your appetite I'll order you takeaway, right?""Did you do all this?"

He digressed and asked with his deep eyes fixed on her.

Camille nodded, then said, "You still have a fever, so you can only eatlightly.”

Then she moved her own chopsticks first, after tossing and turningmost of the night and morning, her stomach was already rumbling withhunger.

Carter did not say anything else, also picked up chopsticks to finish thebowl of porridge and some dishes, the taste, well, not bad.

He didn't expect her to know how to cook, and after putting down thedishes, he asked lightly, “Did you learn to cook only after you movedout?"

Camille looked up at him: "Of course not, I had to learn to live in arented apartment when I was in college.”

“You go to college and the Armstrong family doesn't care about you?"He rarely asked her about her life with the Armstrong family and hardlyknew anything about her life before she got married.

Camille paused slightly, she didn't expect him to take the initiative toask about her, but these things that had passed had long since becomeirrelevant in her mind.

Her voice is very light, almost inaudible emotions: "Talk about themanagement or not, these do not matter to me anymore."

Carter's pupils shrank, and a thick, deep meaning flooded his eyes.Camille didn't continue to talk with him and cleaned up the dishes afterdinner.

After that Carter offered to ask, "Give me your phone."

Because his phone was broken by himself.

Camille handed it to him and he called Kian: "Send me a change ofclothes to Camille's apartment and bring me the computer, I'll beworking online for a few days."

Kian has been in a state of surprise since last night, and tried to fightback afterwards, but Carter's "fuck off" kept him from doing so.

He was not surprised to hear Carter calling from Camille's cell phone atthe moment, but was shocked that Carter was working online.

He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson , what is wrong with you?""Kian, don't you think you talk a lot?"

Kian hurriedly said, "Okay Mr. Simpson, I'll send it over right away."Carter put the phone down and Camille wrinkled her nose and asked,"What do you mean you asked Kian to send clothes over?"