My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 6 In the end, it's her who is at fault

Ayan's gentle voice gently reassures, "How can you be ugly? You're stillrecovering, so don't get discouraged, huh?"

"Really? Then will you dislike me?" The woman's delicate soft voicecarried a hint of expectation.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Of course not, when you are better,we will get married.”

"Really? You're not coaxing me, are you?"

"Not coaxing you, eat."

"Ayan , I love you." The woman's soft and gentle voice is like the soundof a moving piano that enchants the heart.

The Camille outside the door also heard every word clearly, sheshowed a self-deprecating light smile, the bottom of the eyes is endlesssadness, she also do not want to eavesdrop on people talking aboutlove, but than knocking on the door to disturb people annoying, orquietly wait more appropriate.

After making sure the two ended the conversation, she then knockedon the door.

A low, indifferent man's voice followed, "Enter."

Camille pushed the door in and saw at once the man standing by thehospital bed. He was still wearing the same suit he left HanyamaManson in yesterday, so he had indeed spent the whole night in thehospital with his beloved.

The handsome face looked indifferent, and the deep eyes did not haveany temperature or ripples when looking at her, as if they were justfacing an insignificant person.

She subconsciously clenched her hands, her feet stiffened and stoppedin place.

The woman in the bed spoke up at that moment, “Camille, I'm sorry tobother you to bring me clothes, come and sit down.”

At the sound of the woman's voice, Camille's eyes dropped.

The woman on the bed is pale and bloodless, shoulder-length blackhair scattered on both sides, probably because she has been asleep fortoo long, her body exudes a sickly soft and poignant beauty, so thatpeople will have a protective desire at first glance.

She was eating breakfast, a bowl of tender and smooth steamed eggs,since she had just woken up and could only eat fluids and easilydigestible things.

But the smell of eggs was so strong and heavy that it hit Camille's noseand made her frown.

She immediately felt something rolling around in her stomach trying togush out, and then the next second she could no longer hold back hermouth and dry heave.

All at once, the air in the ward became silent.

Ayan's eyes were locked and his voice was low: "What are you doing?"Eileen also looked sad and said in a low voice, "Camille is it becauseshe thinks I look disgusting now?"

Camille dry heaves after the urge of nausea seems to have beensuppressed, her face is cold and clear, the bottom of her eyes is alsoindifferent piece, faintly said: "I do not mean anything else, just do notlike the smell of disinfectant water.”

She carried the clothes over and tried to hold her breath not to smellthe eggs: "The clothes you want, they're all new."

Eileen hastily reached out and took it. She opened it and looked at itwith a surprised smile on her face, "Camille, you are so kind to knowmy favorite style.”

Her preferred style?

So the clothes in Hanyama Manson's closet, which change everyseason, are for her?

Camille looked at Ayan and smiled coldly, her eyes filled with self-deprecation.

She said indifferently, “If there's nothing else, can we talk?"

Eileen's heart tightened and she quickly spoke up, “Camille , are youupset? I know you're Ayan's wife now, and I shouldn't have called himin so late last night, but I ....."

Eileen said and began to sob, the heart of aggression and guilt, lowmute explanation: "I do not want that, but I really can not help, I am inHance City only Ayan, I ......"

"Eileen, stop it, did you forget the doctor's orders? You can't get tooexcited now, you need to recuperate.” Ayan hastily leaned down to stophim, his brow furrowed, his three-dimensional side face full of concern.Only when Eileen's emotions were under control did he stand upstraight and look at Camille with a twisted brow and a complicated lookin his eyes: “Eileen is not well, so why do you have to make her feelbad?"

Camille stared at the man incredulously, she had done nothing, and inthe end she was the one at fault?