My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 194 Suicide

While waiting for Ayan's return, Camille was also sleepless, almost watching the darkness outside the This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

window turn white with her eyes open.

Ayan returned to the apartment just after 7:00 am.

Hearing the door open, she immediately reacted, followed by the clear sound of footsteps approaching

the bedroom, he pushed the door in with the wind and dust, the two looked at each other, he came over

and swept her into his arms and hugged her gently.

Camille pursed her lips and quietly leaned into his arms, feeling very secure at once.

Ayan asked in a low voice, "Been up all this time?"

"Slept a little." She didn't tell the truth, in fact she felt quite pretentious herself, but the thought of falling

asleep and being haunted by nightmares didn't make her want to sleep at all.

Ayan looked at her with downcast eyes and asked in a low voice, "Can you stay with me for a while

longer? I'm tired from the morning flight!"

How could Camille say no when he had said that?

With him sleeping next to her, Camille's fear was lessened, and she closed her eyes and moved as

close to Ayan as possible.

In a short while she fell asleep.

The man beside him also lifted the quilt and sat up at this time, he took the phone and looked at the

sleeping woman on the bed from above, the slight sinking between his eyebrows was a little too deep,

then went to the side of the sofa and sat down and found Dr. Ellis' contact and sent a message.

"Camille, you've been having nightmares for the past two days, is there something wrong with your

health?"

Dr. Ellis was quick to reply, "Is it daydreaming? Watching too many similar movies or too much mental

stress can create a dream cycle."

Ayan asked, "It can't be physical?"

"It's just a dream, how can it have anything to do with physical reasons?"

But Ayan's tightly knitted brow was never smoothed.

He looked up some more information related to nightmares, and the final results were similar to what

Dr. Ellis said.

Ayan is a skeptical personality who only believes in what he has personally experienced or heard with

his own eyes and ears.

Of course, he was not questioning the truth of Camille's nightmares, but there was always an instinctive

suspicion in his mind.

Especially since Camille had never acted differently before his trip, which made him think twice!

Just as Ayan fell into silence, the person on the bed suddenly let out a scream: "Ah "

Ayan also dropped his phone in a second and strode towards the bed: "Camille! Wake up!"

He wakes Camille from her nightmare and subconsciously reaches out to hug her, but his hand is

thrown away just before it touches Camille's arm.

He clearly saw Camille's eyes widen to reveal endless fear, a pale, bloodless face, and a voice with a

light tremor: "There are ghosts, I ..... I saw a ghost ......"

"Camille , you were dreaming, it's just a dream, don't get carried away, okay?"

"I really saw it and I felt so scared, it was so scary."

Ayan frowned and stared at her face for a long time before reaching out again to take her in his arms,

this time Camille did not push him away, but instead leaned into his arms, her hands clutching his shirt

for a long time without letting go.

Ayan stayed quietly with her, and after a few moments, his low, deep voice whispered in her ear:

"Camille, let me talk to you. I'll interpret your dream, okay?"

Camille shook her head: "I don't want to remember, that dream was really scary ......."

Her eyes were slightly stunned and she seemed to be unsure again as she asked, "Ayan , do you

believe what I'm saying?"

"I believe it." Ayan gently soothed, "If you don't want to remember, then don't think about it, just relax

and don't think so much, I'll always be there, okay?"

Camille now nodded gently, but her mood stayed low.

I don't know how long it took, but Camille's voice suddenly whispered, "Ayan, do you hear a baby

crying?"

Ayan frowned and blushed deeply, his dark eyes looked at the woman murmuring in his arms, he

asked faintly, "What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you hear that? There are little children crying."

"Camille , that was just you dreaming, you are awake now, look at me and tell me, who am I?"

Ayan held her face and made her look into his eyes, but her eyes flinched and dodged, and her face

was a little pale and haggard.

Ayan realized very clearly at this moment that his doubts were perhaps more serious than he had

thought.

He stayed with Camille for a long time until his aunt came over to make dinner, and then he had time to

tell Camille, "I'm going to go check on Grandma, or she'll be worried if I don't come over all morning,

okay?"

"Hmm."

Camille nodded lightly.

Ayan not only went to see his grandmother, but also told her about the preparations for the examination

in the hospital, and then took the initiative to ask her, "Has Camille come to the house in the past two

days?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"It's nothing, it just seems like she hasn't rested well and is not in great spirits."

"Maybe she's bored staying at home alone, you should spend more time with her, she needs

understanding and companionship most at this time, Ayan , thank you so much."

"It's all as I should be."

Ayan is very popular with his grandmother and can make her happy and satisfied with just a few words.

After Ayan went to see her grandmother, Camille stayed on the couch in the living room with the TV on,

but she didn't watch it at all, her mind was in a daze.

When Auntie came out from cooking and saw her like this, she couldn't help but ask, "Miss Armstrong,

did you not sleep well? I see you don't look so good, not much energy."

Camille nodded lightly: "I've been having dreams for the past two days, so I might have a little

insomnia."

Auntie poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Camille: "Miss Armstrong, you need to take care

of yourself now that you're pregnant."

"Well, I will." Camille took a sip of her water, then saw her aunt looking at her with a lustful expression.

Camille asks, "What's wrong Auntie?"

Auntie hesitated and then spoke up: "Miss Armstrong, I ....... I've been coming to cook for you for some

days now, and I've actually gotten used to it in every way, but I've decided to quit."

"Resignation? Why so suddenly? Didn't you say you've gotten used to it? Is it because you think the

salary is too low?"

Camille was stunned, full of shock

The aunt also hurriedly responded, "No, of course it's not a matter of treatment, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"I ....... Miss Armstrong, how long have you been moving in here?"

Camille didn't understand why her aunt suddenly asked this question, but she still told her the

approximate time.

Aunt then said: "Miss Armstrong, I do not know if it is true, I just two days up and down the elevator

overheard someone chatting about the apartment you live in the bedroom of a young girl who

committed suicide, but also pregnant with a child, I heard it has been almost seven months, but

because the parents do not agree to burn charcoal suicide ........ "

Camille's heart creaked with her aunt's words.