Chapter 120 Divorce Agreement

Camille clutched it in her hand without moving and put it in her pocket,

then left the bedroom with the notebook and took it to the foyer and put

itin her bag.

After that, she did not change her face without any emotion, but the

bottom of her eyes were clearly floating with coldness.

She waited quietly for Carter to get up, then the two sat face to face at

the table for breakfast.

Carter did not move to look at her, thin lips lightly open faintly said: “You

are up early? Why don't you get some sleep?"

“I have to go to the office later."

“Not tired? Then let's rest for a few days before we go."

"Don't you have to go to the office?" Camille didn't respond, but asked

rhetorically.

Carter frowned slightly, "Kian is coming to pick me up later, I have a

dinner party this afternoon.”

"Well, good.” Camille finished the last sip of milk, then drew a tissue

and wiped the corner of her mouth before raising her eyes to Carter:

“Then I'll help you pack your clothes, and you can take them with you

later.”

Carter's face was instantly cold, and then the glass of milk in his hand

was put down, and he stared at her for a moment and asked in a cold

voice, “What do you mean?”

“There's no point, it's just that you don't have a fever anymore, do you

want to stay on? Nothing is complete here and it's small, so I think

you'd be more comfortable going back to Hanyama Manson."

"So you're kicking me out?"

" can't help it if that's what you want to think."

Without any euphemism or mitigation, she just echoed what he was

saying.

Carter's gaze was low and cold, his thin lips slightly upturned to hook a

cold smile, indifferently said, "Camille, you really look like a scum girl,

last night did not satisfy you, so you want to drive me away early this

morning?"

Camille frowned, eyelids gently trembled, how this person can be

involved in everything to those things that can not be described in

words?

She kept her composure, her cheeks rolling a little, her voice low, “No,

you're overthinking it."

“It better not be, or there will be consequences.” He verbally

threatened, then got up and left the table.

Camille followed suit and she said, "Carter, you might as well move

back in, I already said we need to calm down."

"Just move it, you move it back with me."

"I don't want it."

"Camille, you need to calm down I gave you a few days to calm down,

but I'm telling you I have no intention of continuing the separation, so

you either move back in with me or you buy this place and live here."

His handsome face was flushed with displeasure, his profile taut with

the feeling that it would fall apart in the next second.

Camille took a deep breath as she said, somewhat breathlessly,

"Carter, don't you think it's awkward for us to live together now?"

"So you've been feeling awkward for the past two days? So all the

acting and reacting you did was pretend to be fake?"

The man questioned sternly, and Camille pursed her lips in silence.

Carter again, "Camille, speak up, is that what you think?"

Camille pursed her lips lightly, her heart flashed with hesitation, but

when she raised her eyes she was calm and cold as she said, "Yes, I

feel uncomfortable, so can you move out?"

"Camille, try saying that again!"

Camille fluttered her eyelashes, then fished the ball of paper she found

in the drawer out of her pocket and opened it on the table top as she

spoke coldly, "How many times do I have to say that answer, because I

don't think you're staying here in this way because you want to continue

this marriage with me, aren't you playing me like a monkey?"

Carter swept his eyes down to see what she had placed on the table, a

flash of embarrassment under his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by

composure.

He said lightly, "And because of that, you're going to let me move out?"

“Isn't that enough? Is it that you don't think it's important?”

But it's the details that she cares about.

Knowing full well that she would worry and feel guilty and blame

herself, he did that anyway, preferring not to take the medicine that

would continue the fever to make her feel guilty.

Camille always insisted and mentioned again, “Carter, the truth is that

divorce is good for both of us, you can marry Eileen and I can relax and

be comfortable.”

"Do I have to thank you for thinking of me like that?"

Carter questioned with a sneer.

Camille said, "It's not a thank you, it's just a matter of each coming to

fruition.”

“If you think I can marry Eileen after I leave, what about you? Who are

you going to marry after you leave, Preston or Albert?"

"Why do you have to get married again if you're divorced? I think it's

fine to be alone.”

"Heh."

Carter stared at her, a face long since covered with a hostile haze: "So

you're still insisting on a divorce?"

"Yes."

"Then show me your sincerity, otherwise who am I to say yes?" After

Carter finished speaking, he turned around and walked toward the

door.

A few seconds later, only to hear the "bang" sound of the door closing.

Deafening, the echoes reverberated in the air for a few seconds before

dispersing.

Camille stood stunned and motionless. After all, this was what she

wanted, and it was the only way she could ensure that the child would

stay with her forever.

But somewhere at the bottom of her heart there is an indescribable

depression that makes her feel a little hard to breathe, and even a few

vague pains.

Camille pursed her lips and held back for a while before she could

control her inner emotions.

After that she cleaned up the dining room table briefly, then went back

to the bedroom to change her clothes before leaving for the office.

Because Carter, she has been delayed two days of work, although the

progress is not delayed, but the company are not coming are thrown to

Preston, is always bad.

When she arrived at the office, she sorted out the follow-up and

progress of the project in hand, and Preston knocked on the door at

that moment.

"Cami, just got a call from Armstrong Corp saying they won't work with

us because they waited too long without a response.”

Camille had forgotten about it, as there was no intention to cooperate in

the first place.

So at this moment hear also not much reaction, just lightly um: "not to

cooperate, not to cooperate.”

"Well, because your marriage to Carter is public, there are a lot of

people on the Armstrong family side that want to work together, so

there are plenty of options for Armstrong Corp."

Preston looked at Camille and said in a shallow voice.

Camille subconsciously glanced at him and said lightly, "I never thought

of going public with him, but now that it has happened, there seems to

be no way to change it."

Her eyes were empty, and her mouth was filled with a light and helpless

faint smile.

Preston wrinkled his brow and said: "How can there be no way? Do you

want to live like this for the rest of your life? Even if he doesn't love

you?"

"Preston," Camille's voice was slightly cold and her face was slightly

stiff as she spoke coldly, “I know this to be true, so you don't have to

remind me of it once in particular.”

Preston then realized what he had said and hastily apologized, "Cami, I

was the one who got too excited and said the wrong thing, I'm sorry, I

just didn't want you to commit yourself, so ......"

"Well, I know, you go out and get busy, I'm going to start working too."

Camille has given the eviction order, Preston also has no reason to

stay there, he exited the office and also closed the door in the process.

Camille was slightly stunned, her expressionless face surfaced with a

self-deprecating warmth and lightness.

In fact, she understands that there is nothing wrong with Preston's

words, but she just doesn't want to face it herself.

She was quiet and silent for a moment before opening her computer

and tapping on a document and knocking down five words.

Divorce Agreement -