Chapter 114 We are preparing for pregnancy

Camille frowned, "Will you take your medication first? It won't help if

you don't take your medicine just to physically cool down.”

"You don't want to?"

Camille does not speak.

Carter added, "Are you annoyed with me? Grandpa said he was going

to introduce Nicholas to you, would you like to?"

Camille froze.

Isn't it time for him to take his medication?

Why is Nicholas suddenly involved?

Truthfully, she has long put this matter behind her.

Because the old Simpson is certainly joking, even if there is a heart will

let her nod and say yes before really intended.

Camille was so bemused that she said, "Carter, are you sure you want

to talk about this right now?"

“No chat then rub my body."

Camille took a deep breath, holding back her inner emotions.

Carter is again faint sentence: "I have a fever because I soaked in cold

water in the bathtub most of the night, you are not even willing to help

me rub my body to cool down?"

Camille lightly pursed her lips, and her tone grew colder: "Take your

medicine, it's late, I want to sleep.”

When she finished, she lifted the covers and lay down.

Carter rolled over and held her down, his deep eyes locked on her,

"Camille, you've really been getting ruthless with me lately, what do you

really want?"

Let her bright face, the eyes gradually deepen to emerge some strong

emotions.

Camille avoided his direct gaze and said lazily, "Carter, that's a

question you should be asking yourself, right? What do you really want

to do?"

The man narrowed his eyes, his complexion was dull and cold: "Let you

give me a body rub is very difficult for you? What about your previous

gentle and virtuous appearance? Is it all an act to deceive me?"

He reached out and cupped her chin, his words were cold, and his

reserved breath beat overflowed with displeasure.

Camille pursed her lips lightly and said faintly, “I thought I was more

willing to let Eileen come over and help you than I you."

"Camille, do you have a point? Why do you always manage to tie me to

Eileen at all times and in all things?"

His face was hard to see, almost approaching a state of gnashing of

teeth.

But she was always quiet and calm, without any ripples or ups and

downs.

She said, "This is the truth, not that I deliberately made it up. After all,

from the very beginning you filed for divorce because you wanted to

marry Eileen, so why are you dragging your feet now?"

She gazed into his eyes, so close together that she could clearly see

herself in each other's eyes.

Without waiting for his answer, she added, "Carter, are you in love with

me? So you don't want to get a divorce?"

The air went silent when Camille's words were asked.

The sound of steady, even breathing reminded that it wasn't time that

was suspended, it was just that he was silent.

Camille inwardly sneered to herself, yet another reminder that her heart

was turning a little colder.

There is no way he could have fallen in love with her.

He didn't want her to tie him Eileen also just so she wouldn't think the

marriage was divorced because of Eileen, and moreover didn't want

anyone to have negative feelings about Eileen.

Look how much he loves Eileen.

Love to the point that even these small details can be done perfectly.

Camille did not ask for an answer, that would only make her feel

humiliated, she lightly pursed her lips and looked at Carter without

changing her face and said lightly, "I want to go to sleep.”

The man's eyes watched her for a moment, and the next moment also

let go of her chin and turned sideways to lie flat back down.

Camille turned her back to him and closed her eyes. She didn't really

feel like sleeping because her heart was a bit stuffy and clogged, but

then she suddenly remembered Irene and the doctor's instructions:

"You can't sulk at this stage, keep your mood happy so that the baby

will be cute and smiley when it is born."

So she silently and wordlessly adjusted her state and emotions, and I

don't know how long it took for her to drift off to sleep.

Listening to the even breathing of the woman beside him, the man's

face is slightly gloomy and low, the afterglow sweeps to the woman's

back, the heart as what crossed the unspeakable emotions continue to

pour out.

A dreamless night.

The next morning Camille woke up while Carter was still asleep.

Without waking him up, she got out of bed and went to wash up.

Camille prepared a small rice porridge and two vegetarian dishes, and

it was already nine o'clock when she finished, but Carter never got up,

during which she stole to feel his forehead, no fever.

Originally, I wanted to wake him up, but I was afraid to disturb his sleep,

but I was worried that he might still have a fever, so Camille didn't even

go to the office in the morning.

Carter was up close to noon when Camille asked him, "Want some

porridge or rice?"

Last night's events were not mentioned again by both of them in a

heartfelt manner.

He gazed over at Camille, then responded lightly, "Both."

"Then I'll go heat up some porridge for you."

Eat something light and comfortable with a cold and fever.

After Camille went to the kitchen, Carter went to the couch and sat

down. He raised his hand and pinched his brow hard, his head hurting

a little dizzily.

He looked sideways at the glass door of the kitchen and could clearly

see the back of the busy figure inside, a scene he had not seen before.

Three meals a day, the years are quiet, is this the picture at this

moment?

The man's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and the doorbell of the

apartment rang at that moment.

Carter withdrew his gaze before he got up to open the door.

"Cami..."

As soon as the door opened, Preston outside the door was eager to

open, when he saw that the person who opened the door was Carter,

he immediately stopped abruptly to stop the words that followed.

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly and swept an indifferent glance at

Preston, and the things he carried in both hands, and he said in an

unkind tone, "What does Mr. Walker mean by this?"

Preston's face was warm: "Mr. Simpson won't even let me in the door?"

"Do you think it's convenient for you to enter a random married

woman's home?"

"If you are married, why did Cami move out of Hanyama Manson and

Mr. Simpson , what did you do to make Cami have to move out of the

house?"

Preston hooked his lips into a light smile, and his words were

provocative.

The eyes of the two men stared at each other, neither one backing

down.

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds before Carter said

nonchalantly, “The reasoning behind a couple's quarrel in bed is

something that single people naturally don't understand, and why does

she need to report to you when she moves out? Or do you Mr. Walker

have to let me explicitly tell you that this is our love affair with each

other as a couple?"

Preston's face instantly became stiff and cold, his eyes even stared

straight at Carter, his eyes flooded with hidden emotions and a complex

look.

Carter is also slightly stunned, narrowed his eyes without the slightest

flinch Ni his eyes, his voice with a cold and indifferent: "Mr. Walker is

not appropriate to come now, also please stay away from her, after all,

now we are preparing for pregnancy, this time I do not want anyone to

disturb and destroy, Mr. Walker understand? *

"What do you mean?"

Preston frowned tightly.

Carter said coldly, “Can't you hear me? Camille and I are getting ready

to have a baby, and she's about to be a mom."