Chapter 39 Let the doctor examine her body

Ayan was slightly stunned, his expression was also a stiff, not waiting

for his answer, Camille has pulled out his hand.

She said, "Go take a shower, I'm a little sleepy.”

Her tone was cold and she was already lying down after she finished.

Ayan stared at her condescendingly for a few seconds before turning

around and going to the bathroom.

In the back of my mind was the question Camille had just asked.

If she really opened her mouth and said she didn't want a divorce, what

would be his choice?

He couldn't possibly agree to it. After all, he had promised Eileen that

he would marry her, so he and Camille had to leave.

It was a night of peace, each with their own thoughts.

The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window. The

woman in bed had long been awake, but hadn't moved because the

hand on her waist was trapping her tightly.

After two days there will be no more co-sleeping, so she wants to keep

it a little longer.

I don't know how long it took, but a knock on the door broke the smear

of silence.

The maid's reminder sounded, "Young master, young lady, Mr. Simpson

asked if you were up yet. Waiting for you to go down to have a meal

together.”

Before Camille could say anything, the person next to her had already

spoken, "Okay, go right down."

When he finished, he moved towards Camille, thinking she was still

awake, and called out in a low voice, "Camille, get up, huh?"

Camille subconsciously twisted her head, the two noses touched, four

eyes locked, and time was pressed to pause.

Ayan stared at her with rapt attention, her slightly curled eyelashes

fluttering gently, her fair and delicate face blows, and those heavily

made-up women are completely different, Camille's beauty clean and

clear makes people more and more fascinated.

Camille's eyes also fell on the man next to him, with his early morning

messy hair, his robe was also skewed, revealing a large chest, rippling

out a different kind of sexy.

Just somehow, the more you look at the atmosphere, the more wrong it

is.

Her mind suddenly went to what he had said, "Men are extra reactive in

the morning.”

Then she immediately turned her head and tried to get up, but she was

held down just before she made a move, and the low mute man's voice

asked faintly, "What are you hiding for?"

She murmured, “I'm not hiding, Grandpa is calling us up for breakfast,

so get out of the way."

"We don't go down for a long time grandpa is happier instead, do you

know why?"

His voice was husky and revealed a faint smile.

Camille raised her hand and tried to push him away, but her warm

fingertips touched his exposed chest, not waiting for her to move away,

the man's bony hand in the palm of his hand, hooked the corners of his

lips, voice dull, Xu Xu said: "Camille, why do not you dare to look at

me?"

Her pupils widened a little, biting her lips, although not looking at him,

but the tip of the nose is all belong to the smell of men, choking her

brain a blank.

She whispered, "I didn't."

"Since you don't have one, look at me, huh?"

"Get out of the way."

"I got out of your way and you ran."

“I'm not running."

Camille felt a little overwhelmed by this close proximity, especially since

his warm breath could be sprayed directly on her cheek and neck,

making her shiver and shiver.

But Ayan was so determined that he wouldn't let go of her, so Camille

had no choice but to turn her head and look at him again.

Look at it, it's not like you haven't seen it anyway.

She just wanted to get out of this bed quickly.

The hesitation of her head turned too much, almost directly on his lips,

such a move is not only Camille frozen, Ayan is also stunned.

His eyes narrowed slightly and his voice grew lower: "Camille, you did

that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I didn't.”

"You have."

“Ieee Well LL"

He wasn't giving her a chance to say the whole thing and had come

over and kissed her directly on the lips.

Camille stiffened, she did not dare to move at all, her eyes dull to stare

at the man close at hand, until he stopped, the deep eyes revealed the

obvious meaning, Camille did not know where to get the strength,

directly pushed him away and flew out of bed.

She fled to the bathroom and closed the door before she raised her

hand to hold her face and breathed heavily, her cheeks burning, all in

front of her eyes was what he had just done.

What exactly are they doing?

She questioned herself, "Camille , you're already getting a divorce, you

need to keep your distance.”

She poured cold water over her cheeks until she had completely

calmed down which stopped.

A few minutes later, Camille shuffled out and there was no longer a

man in the house, so it was good not to have to continue to face.

At breakfast, because the two came down late, the old Simpson had

already eaten.

Talia had a golf date with a friend, and Fletcher left early for his

chauffeur role.

After breakfast, because he couldn't leave the Simpson's manson,

Ayan played chess with the old Simpson, while Camille watched.

Such a picture is very warm.

At lunchtime, Fletcher and Talia came back, and today Talia cooked

herself and Camille came over to help.

But the smell of fumes was so strong that Camille could barely hold her

stomach in several times, probably because she was suffocating, her

face was pale and bloodless, and Talia said, "Cami, go out and rest, I

have help here."

Camille didn't insist much and nodded, "Okay, then it's hard on mom."

"You kid, we're all family, why are you polite?"

Talia smiled.

Camille came out of the kitchen, and the whole group got comfortable.

She walked to the living room and happened to see three generations

playing chess. She couldn't help but take out her phone and take a

picture of the man in the photo with a gentle face and a light smile, his

handsome appearance was fascinating as always.

She looked and watched, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with

curves, only this man will belong to another woman from now on.

Camille took a deep breath and put away her phone, holding back the

emotions inside.

Soon, lunch could begin.

Talia made the best braised fish, pan-fried baby back ribs, and chicken

soup with pork belly, plus a few other delicate side dishes.

The table was full of colorful and delicious dishes.

But Camille had a hard time saying that she was uncomfortable looking

at the grease, but she didn't want to spoil the fun and kept it to herself.

But eventually she couldn't hold it in, and after Talia gave her the food

over and over again, she couldn't hold it in anymore and ran to the

bathroom with her mouth covered.

Talia asks, "What's wrong with Cami?"

Ayan was also stone-faced.

the old Simpson is the most calm, he said: "Maybe it's a bad stomach,

the boy was telling me yesterday that his stomach is not well, these

dishes may be too greasy."

Then he looked at Ayan again and said, "Why don't you go check it

out?"

Ayan gets up and walks to the bathroom, where Camille has already

thrown up and is wiping the corner of her mouth.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me about

the intestinal discomfort?”

Camille just shook her head lightly, "I'm fine."

Her carelessness made Ayan frown, and when she returned to the

dining room and sat down, Ayan said, "Let's have the family doctor

come over and take a look at you.

Camille subconsciously looked at the old Simpson, then hurriedly said:

“No, I'm really fine, no need to make a special trip to the doctor, I've

already been to the hospital.”

"What did the doctor say? Did they take any medicine?"

"The doctor said there is nothing wrong, just a cold causing

gastrointestinal discomfort, no need to take medicine."

"How can that be? Since you should take medicine to get better quickly

if you have an upset stomach, I'll have the family doctor come over

now."

Ayan's attitude is insistent, she dares not continue to say no, which will

make him suspicious instead.

Ayan's action was quick, he called the family doctor immediately, and

then ordered the kitchen to make some millet porridge, his arrangement

made Talia smile.

Talia is also not worried anymore, just smiled and said, "Hey, our Ayan

will also care about his wife, I hope you will keep up the good work."

Ayan's face did not change without the slightest expression.

Camille hangs her head, no one knows how worried and nervous she

is.

Soon, the doctor came over.