My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Rex set the record straight.

And then said: "Even if your grandfather in pain she is just an outsider, maybe when grandfather personally make the decision to let her get married with Preston is not certain.”

The more Rex talked about it, the stronger the image became.

Ayan's face was also instantly cold and low, the pair of deep black eyes as permeated with a thick layer of broken ice, he no longer continued this topic, reaching out to pick up the glass of wine in front of a drink and finished.

Camille tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, she felt like her heart was being torn by ants, the pain wasn't intense, but it was unbearable. She decided to go to the Simpson's manson first thing in the morning to talk to her grandfather and end this tortured marriage as soon as possible.

She closed her eyes and prepared to force herself to sleep when her cell phone suddenly rang, and it was Ayan.

What else is he calling at this point?

She hesitated before picking up, "Hello?"

"Camille? It's Rex, Ayan is drunk at the Night's, come pick him up now." "He's at the Night's?"

Camille frowned, a look of shock on her face.

Isn't he in the hospital with Eileen?

After all, Eileen said she was already in the shower, didn't she mean to stay there?

Camille pursed her lips, of course she didn't want to go, her heart was especially bothered by the thought of what might have happened between him and Eileen at the hospital, and her whole being was not well.

She said, "You send him off, I won't go."

"Camille , Ayan but your husband, and we are both too drunk to drive, of course, you can let him stay overnight at the Night's if you don't want to, anyway, there are many women who want to get close to him, who knows if something will happen?"

After the words were said, Rex hung up straight away.

Camille was completely put in a position where she had no choice but to drive to the Night's.

She was aware of their regular private room at the Night's. She pushed the door open and walked in, and it was very quiet inside, with only Ayan lying on the couch.

He seems to have drunk a lot and you can smell the alcohol when you get a little closer.

Camille whispered to him, "Ayan ..... Ayan ...... You wake up?"

There was no response.

She pursed her lips and looked dissatisfied: "Aren't you at the hospital with Eileen? Why did you come here to drink again? Does Eileen think you won't divorce me yet and kick you out?"

He's pretty tolerant when it comes to people he loves.

Camille tried to help him up but it was too heavy and she was worried about the baby in her belly so she had to call the waiter to help get him up.

The breeze was blowing all the way back to Hanyama Manson, and the car came to a steady stop before she got out and pulled open the back seat door to meet the man's deep, dark eyes, and she exclaimed, "Are you awake?"

"You're upset that you were asked to pick me up?"

The man asked in a low voice.

Camille pursed her lips, “No.”

"Why are you putting a face on me?"

“You're overthinking it, that's what I look like."

"Camille, you're lying, you didn't used to do this, you used to bring me home first thing when I drank and make sober soup for me to drink." His words seemed to carry a bit of aggravation.

Camille wrinkled her brow in disbelief, it seems he was really drunk. He can remember this, but why can't he remember where they are today?

She said, "Ayan , we're already getting divorced, I shouldn't do these things anymore."

"Can you stop talking about divorce? Don't you find it annoying to hear too much?"

He suddenly sulked a bit, and even his face looked bad.

Camille laughs helplessly: but it's all true, or does he find the thought of not divorcing her annoying?