Chapter 95 You are my husband

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes with a warning, his whole face

overflowing with a reserved indifference.

Camille looked up at him and said flatly, "Not yet.”

"Did you really not get around to it or did you not want to tell Albert you

were married?"

"Ayan, what Albert said wasn't wrong. Even if I told him about our

relationship, isn't it right for him to say that I don't have a boyfriend?

You're not my boyfriend."

"And who am 1?"

"O husband.”

The husband who doesn't love her, the husband who is about to

divorce, the husband who loves someone else.

But either way for the moment they still have a certificate, so they are

still married.

Camille's answer was natural and seemed to please Ayan, with a faint

smile between her eyebrows: "Then go tell Albert about your

relationship with me now, and tell him about the dinner as well."

“This is not the right time to talk about it."

"What do you mean it's not a good fit? Camille, are you trying to coax

me into telling Albert that you weren't going to tell him that you were

spoiled, by who? Him?"

His words are lightly provoked, and the smile between his eyebrows is

covered by cold displeasure, and a pair of deep eyes as gloomy as

ancient Tan are also staring straight at her.

Ayan's emotional reaction is a bit overwhelming and Camille is slightly

frozen.

He added, "Answer me, what do you really mean?"

"I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that don't you think it's not a good

time to talk about it in someone else's place?"

Camille dropped her eyes and stopped looking at him.

"What's wrong with that? It's just one sentence, it just depends on

whether you want it or not."

He narrowed his eyes, his mild and indifferent face revealed a cold

hostility, directly raised his hand to pinch her waist to mention her

upwards on the sink, such a height had to make the two eyes stare at

each other.

Camille pursed her lips and said with a warm gaze, "If you think I don't

want to, then why ask me?"

"So it's true that you don't want to?"

“If you want to feel that way that's ......."

Before the last word could be said, his face suddenly pressed down.

Camille's eyes suddenly widened, and he kissed her directly on the

lips, fiercely and brutally, with a strong manly scent that took away her

breath.

Camille struggled uncontrollably at the thought of someone coming in

the bathroom at any moment, then pushed Ayan away: "Are you crazy?

Someone could come in here at any time."

"Are you that afraid of people knowing you're married to me?"

“It's not that I'm scared, it's that we're already getting divorced, what's

the point of making a scene like this, Ayan, you already have Eileen,

why do you have to do this? Or are you jealous of seeing me around

other people of the opposite sex?"

She hooked her lips indifferently and smiled lightly, her eyes flooded

with self-deprecation.

She has asked him more than once if he is restricting her and swaying

her because he is jealous, but each time the answer is simply that he

cares because she is sitting in Mrs. Simpson's seat.

It has nothing to do with her as a person.

So it is no surprise that this time too, he will tell her with the same

answer that he will not be jealous.

But what Camille didn't expect was that Ayan narrowed his eyes and

said in a calm and slow tone, "Yes, I'm jealous, so be a good boy and

keep your distance from Albert and don't keep doing things that make

me jealous, okay? "

Camille's eyes were lost in disbelief as she stared at him, and her heart

was in shock.

Does he even know what he's talking about?

How could he be jealous because of her?

Camille thought she must have been hearing things, and her whole

body froze.

Ayan's eyes looked at her calmly, and then the next second the whole

person came back up and kissed her lips.

This time, he didn't give Camille any chance to refuse or struggle, and

the kiss turned from dominant at the beginning to gentle at the end.

Yes, itis gentle.

Camille was also incredulous when she felt those two words from him.

The two of them embraced each other without noticing Eileen who was

standing outside the bathroom door at some point.

She stared blankly at the two embracing inside, a face all in disbelief,

eyes full of anger, especially Ayan that “I'm jealous” made her shocked.

Eileen was tormented and uncomfortable inside, she didn't know how

she had become this way?

Ayan promised her that he would marry her, and this matter must be

expedited .

She pursed her lips tightly, hatred surfaced under her eyes, she did not

directly crash through, but held back her emotions to calm herself

down, she will not just let it go, she must let Camille pay back doubly.

Eileen adjusted for a long time before turning around and leaving.

The people inside also ended the long French kiss that lasted five

minutes.

Camille's whole body was so weak from his kiss that she would have

fallen off the sink if he hadn't been holding her waist with his other

hand.

He left her lips and nibbled on her ear, his voice raspy, "Camille." A

warm, hard voice pressed against her ear, clear as day, "I'm not just

saying that, stay away from Albert and Preston, and remember who's

your man, huh?"

Her breath was still a little wheezy and her cheeks were red and hot.

She never responded, but Ayan's words were repeated in her ears like

a magic spell, catching her off guard.

Until the end of the party, Camille's whole heart was floating, and

Ayan's demeanor left her in a daze.

In the car, Camille drove quietly to take Albert back to the hotel, silent

all the way without any conversation or sound.

Albert drank a little wine, and now also leaned on the seat to close his

eyes to rest.

A few moments later, the car pulled up in front of the wine list.

Albert's eyes also opened, but instead of getting out of the car, he

looked at Camille and asked, "Not going to talk to me about tonight?"

Camille turned her head to him, "What is it?"

"Cami, you can hide from others but not from me. Don't forget, we have

been eating under the same roof for three years." His gaze was

straight, his face still gentle: “Tell me, what is your relationship with

Ayan?"

Camille pursed her lips, her eyes a little lost in thought, in fact, even if

Albert did not ask her to confess, just did not expect Albert would see,

after all, she thought that tonight and Ayan left the bathroom one after

the other, then she went back to the banquet hall first, after half an hour

or so Ayan came back, and then the two did not meet again.

Camille lowered her eyes and said lightly, "I've been married to him for

a year."

Albert doesn't seem surprised.

"So that's it."

"But we'll probably be divorced soon."

Albert frowned slightly, "Why? Because of Eileen?"

Camille didn't answer, but simply said, "Because it doesn't matter who."

"Cami, do you like him?"

Camille is silent, and Albert knows she's acquiescing.

She said after nearly half a minute, "He and I are in a hidden marriage,

and no one will know after the divorce, so you can hide it for me, too. *

Albert nodded faintly is agreed.

Both of them quieted down without sound.

Camille's mind is in turmoil, she's already divorced, but Ayan's words

tonight have got her all mixed up.

Is it because a husband is jealous of his wife?

Or would he also have developed that slight liking for her?

It won't.

This is not possible.

Camille dismissed it outright.

Albert's voice also sounded slowly at this time: "Ayan and Eileen were

dating a year ago, right? But I never thought there was too much love

between them, and I never thought Ayan would marry Eileen."

Camille's eyes widened as she looked at Albert.

"Why?"

Camille's instinctive curiosity bubbled up.