My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 9 You can't be pregnant

Hanyama Manson.

Camille hadn't eaten much all day and had the kitchen cook a pasta dish when she got back.

Looking at the noodles with green vegetables and fried eggs, smelling what should be hungry, but she

was suddenly gushing with a bout of retching, with an urge to vomit.

She thought she had just been hungry for too long and was just about to take it to her mouth when that

intense feeling could no longer be controlled.

She rushed to the bathroom and kept dry heaving.

This feeling is very unpleasant, there is always a feeling that the internal organs are going to be pulled

out.

It took a while to get comfortable, she stood up straight, but her eyes met a pair of deep, dark man's

eyes.

Her eyes froze and she turned to look at the man in shock, "When did you come back?"

How are no sound of.

The man's face was warm and light, and his beady eyes were fixed on her, "What's wrong with you?"

Camille's eyes flashed with panic, but her tone was calm as she said, "It's okay."

"It's really okay?"

He frowned and continued to pursue the question. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Camille just smiled, "Of course, what else do you think I am?"

A flash of heartbreak passed under her eyes, but it was quickly hidden tightly.

This scene was also naturally seen by Ayan, the pair of deep black eyes stared at her for a moment, as

if to see her heart through.

After a long time, he said warmly, "Camille , you're not pregnant, are you?"

What he said was, "You're not pregnant, are you?"

It's not "You're not pregnant, are you?"

There is just one word difference, but there is a huge difference.

Camille's eyes trembled lightly, and her heart ached as if something had clutched it.

He just dismissed the possibility of pregnancy without the slightest hesitation, without even any

hesitation.

Camille met his gaze without hiding or shifting, with a faint smile under her eyes, "If I were really

pregnant, would you be willing to let me give birth?"

"You can't be pregnant." His tone was very certain, and his deep eyes had a determined look.

The man's reaction fell into Camille's heart and became an indelible pain, so in his heart, he never

thought there would be a child between them.

She hid her hard feelings and smiled lightly, "Since you know in your heart, so what are you

suspecting? After all, you have done safety measures every time between us, have you forgotten?"

Of course, other than that drunkenness, he doesn't even remember it afterwards, and she won't

volunteer it.

She did not change her face and could not see the slightest mistake.

Her answer was clearly what the man wanted, but when he saw the mocking arc of her mouth emerge,

the handsome face was slightly tense, and his heart seemed to be gently brushed by something sharp,

flooded with inexplicable emotions.

Ayan frowned slightly, the emotions under his eyes thickened, the two looked at each other for a long

time before hearing him ask indifferently: "If you are not feeling well, why don't you go see a doctor, I'll

ask Kian to arrange it for you?"

Kian Reid is his secretary.

Camille shook her head no: "No need, I'll go by myself."

"Your body is your own, don't get into a corner over side things, or I'll accompany you personally for a

piece, eh?"

"Ayan , I said I'll go on my own, we're getting divorced anyway, do I have to rely on you all the time?

Are you sure Miss Khan won't mind?"

This time Ayan did not make a sound, the eyes deepened, the noble face as cold as water without the

slightest gentleness.

Camille warned herself silently: "See? He has no feelings or fondness for you at all, you are nothing, all

he cares about is Eileen."

His speechlessness made her laugh at herself.

The atmosphere also quieted down, and after a while, Ayan asked with a slight frown, "Did you tell the

Armstrongs about our divorce?"