Chapter 16 Getting drunk and letting her pick up

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?