My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 132 Camille, don't regret it

In fact, she would like to hear Carter deny, although some pretentious,but in the face of love people are selfish, is not it?

Camille just looked at him flatly, she didn't answer the question, butasked, "What would it take to restart the suspended project? Is it okayto leave the innocent Fumiko Estate out of this between us?"

Carter's face is very light, like the late-night stream, cool and bone-chilling, the tone is also very light, but the bottom of the eyes coldmanslaughter: "No divorce, you can do whatever you want.”"Anything?"

"Of course, after all, you are Mrs. Simpson ."

Camille laughed.

She said lightly: "Carter, you still don't know me at all, I hate the publicand private will only use the means of threat to force me, even if I havea reluctance to this marriage, but because of your forced I will insist ondivorce."

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly, disgruntled anger flooding the bottomof them, "Camille, are you sure?"

“If I say I'm sure, are you going to make my company disappear fromHance City, too?"

“Probably.” He hooked his lips, his smile was cold without the slightestripple, but the unbridled rampant and cold intent hidden in the depthswas extremely deep: "So you think clearly in answering."

“Yes, I'm sure the divorce wasn't just talk.” Camille next second then hiswords to respond, black and white eyes are even more straight stare athim without the slightest dodge and retreat.

The two looked at each other, Carter's face was expressionless, thebottom of his eyes were cold and shady, and his eyebrows were full ofdispleasure and slight anger, he just gave her a deep look beforeturning to the car and leaving.

But Camille knew exactly what the look in his eyes meant?

He told her again, "Camille, don't regret it."

But since it has come to this point, it is not her turn to regret.

Because she never wanted to change her decision to divorce.

Camille suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. She didn'twant to go back to her apartment and stay alone, and naturally shecouldn't stay at the Armstrong's villa, so she had to drive to the office,the project was suspended, but the drawings had to be sorted out, andshe had to think of other ways to do it.

This project is different for Camille than any other. She has beenworking with this project since the beginning of her pregnancy, and shehas gone through all the hard work and fatigue alone, so she reallydoesn't want to give up.

Camille arrived at the office and parked her car with the intention ofgetting hot milk, having rushed to the Armstrong's villa in the morningand so far having only eaten a piece of toast to pamper her stomach.When she passed by the cafe downstairs after buying milk, her eyesinadvertently swept across a familiar figure of a man, and she tilted herhead to take a closer look, and it was indeed Preston.

But he was not alone, there was a woman sitting across from him.

But the woman's back is facing her, so itis not possible to see the face,but the long hair is flowing, look should be quite beautiful.

Camille did not bother, just the corners of the mouth spread a lightsmile, the heart can not help but feel a burst of relief.

Camille returned to the company office, Yessica immediately followedin, Yessica said: "Ms. Armstrong, you know what? Just now a beautifulwoman with a good figure came to see Mr. Walker, but Mr. Walkerseems not very happy, and reminded her not to come to the companyin the future, do you know who she is ah? Is Mr. Walker's girlfriend?""Mr. Walker is not happy?"

"Ehhh, a little upset that she came to the office to see him, but thepretty woman didn't seem to care very much, and then Mr. Walker wentout with her."

"How pretty is it?" Camille smiled, amused by Yessica's gossipy face.Yessica also thought seriously, and then said: "I did not see the face,wearing a mask and hat, but I saw her eyes, should be quite good-looking, but I think the voice is a bit familiar, like where I have heardbefore, could it be with our cooperation with the head of a companyah?"

"You're curious to know?"

"Ms. Armstrong do you know the inside story? Can you tell me? Ipromise not to tell anyone and I'll keep it a secret.” Yessica's eyesdilated and her heart fluttered.

Camille's face changed and her words were warm: “You're so curious,wait for Mr. Walker to come back later and ask him directly!"

“That's not good, is it?" Yessica took it seriously.

Camille helpless smile: "You enough, hurry up and go to work, in gossipI deduct your salary.”

Yessica heard the deduction of wages immediately shut her mouth notto ask more questions and quickly turned around and went out to startworking.

Looking at her back, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, and the gloomin her heart seemed to be gradually dispersing.

But she was also curious, who could this woman be that Yessicathought sounded familiar?

Is it really a client with whom the company has cooperation?

Camille shook her head and couldn't imagine who it was. Anyway, shewas happy to have Preston in a new circle.

Camille finished her milk, and then took out all the information of theproject and started to reorganize it. It had cost her more than 500sheets of paper to suspend the project since its launch, each of whichwas carefully revised by her little by little, all by her own hands, andevery step of the project was deeply remembered in her mind.

Is this really the end?

She quietly leaned back in her chair in contemplation, and a messagecame in on her phone at that moment.

She looked down and read the content, the corners of her mouthemerged from the heart of the smile, even the eyebrows were alsoinfected, fingertips also followed the light and fast knock down aparagraph to reply to the past.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open and Preston walkedin, saw the scene and asked out loud, "What are you looking at sohappily?"

She looked up and met Preston's eyes: "Talking to a friend."

Preston walked over to the chair at his desk and sat down, handingCamille another coffee from his hand on the desk, "You love it.""Thanks." She reached out and took it, but didn't drink it, just looked atPreston , and asked with words of concern, “I just saw you downstairsin the cafe, is that pretty girl a friend?"

Preston's face stiffened momentarily, and his eyes flashed with shock,but he soon looked at Camille with a gentle face: "Did you see that? Idon't have anything to do with her, I'm just an ordinary friend that I'vemet a few times."

"Preston, what are you so nervous about? I didn't see her face, I justsaw the back, but I heard Yessica say it should be a beautiful girl, so Iknow?"

Camille smiled at Preston with her cheek.

His expression did not move to relax, his eyebrows are also a gentlesmile emerged, the whole person is even leaned back, and just thereaction seems to be somewhat judged by the appearance of twopeople, he said: "not nervous, just do not want to cause unnecessarymisunderstanding.”

"Okay." Camille nodded and repeated the question, "So who is she? DoI know her?"

She looked into Preston's eyes and waited for an answer.