Chapter 487 Homecoming

Chapter 487 Homecoming

Ayan looked at her without changing his face: "You just got over your

fever, wait until after tonight before you go back to the Simpson's

mansion to see Timmy and stay here for the night for now, huh?"

Camille grimaced and refused outright, “I can see Timmy tomorrow, but

I don't want to live here, I have my own house.”

He just stared deeply at her, his voice mute for a few moments: “I know

you bought a house, but this is also your home."

"No." She denied without hesitation, and more than that, she couldn't

help but remind, “This is your home not mine."

Ayan frowned slightly and asked in a light voice, "Can we get out of the

car first?"

"Go down and ask Kian or arrange for a driver to take me back to

Maple Leaves Mansion, I'm fine now, I can take care of myself and

there's still Sienna around.”

"Camille, are you sure you want to spend your time here arguing with

me? You know, now that I've brought you back, I'm going to let you

go?"

He finished, directly pushed open the car door, then pulled her into his

arms again with force and picked up directly towards the villa inside.

The whole thing went off without a pause, so Camille was almost

already in his arms before she realized what he was actually doing?

She said coldly with a tightly knitted brow, "You let go of me."

"Ayan!"

"Ayan, I told you to let go!"

Camille's command he just pretended not to hear, carried her into the

villa with a big stride, and then went back upstairs to the second floor

master bedroom.

This bedroom, they shared for a year.

There are many memories that belong to them.

But this memory is only her unrequited love.

Because he doesn't love her.

It was very uncomfortable for Camille to be confronted with her former

mind again, and she desperately wanted to escape, she didn't want to

look back and see how silly she was then?

But she doesn't regret it, she just doesn't want to look back.

Ayan put Camille on the bed and put his hands on her sides, narrowed

his eyes and stared at her, "You still have the energy to fight with me

after a day of not eating and an IV? I'll have the kitchen make you

some porridge, drink it and get some rest, okay?"

“I don't want to, I don't want to live here, get out of the way."

She tried to push him away, but the man's body was like a wall that

didn't move or respond.

Camille was furious, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, this distance

is too close, she said coldly: "Ayan, what the hell do you want? Don't

you think it's ridiculous for a divorced ex-couple who have no

relationship to go back to their former marital home? *

"I don't think anything is funny, if you think it's funny then you can laugh

more, now be a good girl and stay here and get some rest, I promise

you, you stay in the master bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room, I

won't come in and bother you, but only if you don't sneak away behind

my back, hmm?"

His eyebrows extremely deep stare at her, there is no anger and

indifference on his face, that face is always flooded with handsome

warm light, but the last sentence do not sneak away behind his back

Camille is not unable to hear his subconscious hints and reminders.

Camille was slightly distracted by his attitude, because she always felt

that Ayan had changed, although in the year of marriage with him, he

was also a very gentle husband, but that tenderness only maintained a

superficial respect for each other, as if treating a customer, but recently

he did not know when to start, became different.

Did she overthink or misread it?

When she didn't say anything, Ayan lifted his hand and gently cupped

her cheek, his voice low and laughing: "Answer me, OK?"

Her eyes were fixed on his sight for an instant, and with a heavy

meaning of repulsion she turned her face sideways to distance herself

from his hand and said in a faint voice: "Are your assurances worth

believing?"

Ayan micro eyes, the thickening under the eyes deepened, but finally

held back, he said: "I'm going out now, without your permission I'm not

stepping in here half a step, hmm?"

She doesn't say yes or no.

She didn't want to cooperate.

Ayan looked at her helplessly, especially looking at her unrefreshed

face, his eyebrows subconsciously knitted into a ball, but finally he

resisted the hands that wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and stood

up and left the bedroom.

After Ayan left, Camille breathed a huge sigh of relief.

But living in this bedroom, her heart felt inexplicably uneasy.

But she didn't leave immediately while Ayan was gone, because she

was really tired and didn't want to get into another argument with him

over leaving.

Soon the maid brought up congee and light dishes, probably after the

IV she was also much more comfortable, so she ate a small half bowl

and ate some greens before putting down the dishes.

It was getting late, so she went to the checkroom and got a change of

pajamas and went to take a shower.

Although she moved out, the clothes in the checkroom are updated

every season. Looking at the luscious closet, she actually did not have

many ripples, but only felt that it was quite a waste.

She returned to bed after her shower and lay down, probably with new

sheets and covers, so there was only the smell of fresh laundry gel

pearls, which made her a little more meditative as well.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Talia, telling her that

she was back in Hance City, but that she would have to go to the

Simpson's mansion tomorrow to see Timmy.

Talia immediately replied: "Ayan has told me, you do not feel well, rest,

Timmy has us to take care of do not worry."

She was slightly stunned then also hurriedly returned, "Well, I know,

thanks mom."

She didn't think Ayan would take the initiative to tell Talia in advance,

but then she thought, just say it, after all, he is also Timmy's father and

has a responsibility to Timmy.

Camille had just finished talking to Talia when Dan's message came

through.

Dan asked, "Is your body okay?"

Camille: "Well, that's fine, thank you."

Thank him for holding her in the first place, otherwise he would have

fallen to the ground, which would have been embarrassing.

Dan laughed: "Verbal thanks only? That sincere?"

Look at it, this person said the opposite are said so justifiably.

Camille said, "Let me know what you want to eat, and I'll buy you

dinner in a couple of days."

"Eat whatever you want, when you're well, you're fine on the line, we

just finished dinner and now we're back at the hotel.”

"Good."

After tapping a word and sending it over, Camille then put down her

phone and laid down.

In the study of the villa, the maid knocked on the door, "Sir, madam has

already eaten the porridge.”

"Hmm."

Ayan responded in a low voice.

The atmosphere returned to a state of silence.

He leaned on the leather chair of the desk smoking a cigarette, white

smoke curling around his handsome face, can not see his deep eyes

floating what kind of look?

I don't know how long it took, the night outside was late and the villa

was quiet, he got up and came out of the study, walking at a gentle

pace to the door of the master bedroom, he raised his hand on the door

handle and just wanted to twist and push the door when he stopped

moving.

In her ear was the woman's indifferent voice: "Are you worthy of trust?"