My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 217 Temptation

When Eileen's words came out, Ayan realized what she really intended to do.

Did she think she had leverage?

Or did she think she could threaten him?

Ayan gave a cold sigh and looked at Eileen. His eyes were dark and cold. "Eileen, do you think I will

say yes?" he said.

Eileen felt guilty, but of course, she had no idea.

She pressed her lips together and did not dare to look Ayan in the eye. Instead, she looked at him

calmly and whispered, "Ayan, you don't want Camille to be upset, right? It would be for the best if you

said yes. After all, you promised to marry me, and you broke your promise first."

"I broke my word?" He laughed coldly. "So, what about the contract you signed?"

Eileen was silent, then whispered, "I admit I signed the contract. But now if you want Camille's

Grandma to have the transplant operation as soon as possible, you have to give me what I want."

'Oh!' Ayan said nonchalantly, "Do you think I will do what you want?"

His eyes were cold and he looked angry. The expression on his face was forbearance.

Eileen looked at him, not daring to respond.

Ayan warned her coldly, "Eileen, don't try to threaten me in this way. I’m the one who makes decisions

between us. I’m telling you if you want to destroy the little feeling I had for you, you can tell me directly.

You don't need to use these tactics to make me get disappointed in you totally. So, are you sure about

doing so?"

Eileen's eyes widened and she was afraid to say another word.

Ayan gave her a meaningful look, with an unfazed chill in his eyes. "Do you think I need your

permission to get the heart? If I want it, I can take it. Not to mention it's not officially in the

transplantation procedure yet. I can take it even after the operation starts. Do you want to see it?"

"Ayan, I.......Ayan, sorry. It is my wishful thinking to test your heart in such a way. It is my fault. Can you

forgive me? I really won't act like this anymore."

Eileen immediately went soft. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She really did not dare to continue.

She didn't have any confidence or courage anymore. She got scared.

Ayan ignored her and left without even looking at her again.

Watching his back fade away, Eileen's hand subconsciously clenched into a group. What Ayan did

made her feel heartless and unworthy. She loved him so much, why did he refuse to look at her before

he left?

It was all because of Camille. If it hadn't been for Camille, they'd be married by now and probably had a

child of their own.

Yes, they were living a happy life.

Camille ruined their relationship.

She hated Camille so much.

Ayan got into the car from the hospital. Kian knew the results of the examination and asked, "Mr.

Simpson, is this heart for Mrs. Simpson's grandmother?"

"Camille won't say yes."

It belonged to Eileen's mother, so even taking it away and giving to her grandmother would be

disturbing.

What's more, Eileen and Skye were not the biological mother and daughter. Since she could threaten

him, it meant that she didn't care about Skye's life at all. A person's basic conscience would not allow

Ayan to do that.

Leaning back in the backseat, he closed his eyes and asked Kian, "How did it go with the match?"

"We're doing everything we can, and we're looking abroad, but it’s very rare."

Ayan looks out of the window with a soft look in his eyes. “Hurry up. I don't want her to feel bad.”

“OK.” Kian nodded. He knew whom he was referring to.

Kian took Ayan back to the apartment. Camille was already out of the shower. She was revising the

drawing.

She was very focused and even didn’t hear that Ayan was back. She didn't react until she was wrapped

in his arms.

Camille frowned, sniffed, and then asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"

Ayan paused slightly. He didn't expect her nose to be so sharp.

Then he asked, "You pressed a monitor on me?"

"Your disinfectant smells too strong."

"Are you a puppy?" He reached out to pinch her face and looked at her with his dark eyes for a

moment. His throat bone involuntarily rolled as they grew deeper.

Camille said nonchalantly, "You're a dog."

"Well, I am, and so are you, huh?"

"Go away. Take a shower, you stink."

"Oh!” He looked down at her, his lips covered with a faint smile, and his body was moving toward her,

consciously or unconsciously, with her unique fragrance wafting between his nostrils. The more he

sniffed, the darker his eyes became. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He said with a hoarse voice: "Now begin to despise me? Why are you so cruel?"

"You let me go first."

"Not even a hug? Why are you so mean?"

"Ayan!"

“Yes."

She snapped, and he was gentle.

For a moment Camille did not know what to do.

What was wrong with him?

Suddenly he was so clingy.

Ayan had been acting cheeky all night and Camille really couldn't stand him.

The architectural design competition would officially start in less than a week. Camille's schedule was

tight. In addition to revising the drawings, she also had to check for anything inappropriate or loopholes.

A drawing had to be reviewed dozens or hundreds of times a day.

Her earnestness was noticed by the whole company, and her three assistants became diligent and

learned a lot from her.

After she finished her work in the morning, she went to the hospital to have dinner with her

grandmother. She specially went to Darkmoor to buy take away meals. It was nutritious, light and

suitable for the taste of the elderly.

She took the lift up to her grandmother's floor with food in her hand, and ran into Eileen as she got out

of the lift.

She was wearing sunglasses, but Camille recognized Eileen immediately.

It was the first time they had seen each other since she called Camille to tell her that grandmother was

not feeling well. They look at each other in the eyes with a blank expression. She didn’t plan to talk to

her and was going to walk past by her.

But Eileen blocked her way, raising her eyebrows and smiling faintly. "Camille, your grandmother is in

hospital now. Shouldn't you be thanking me? Well, if I hadn't told you, you probably wouldn't know it

now!"

Camille stopped, squinting, and looked up at her. She was half right and half wrong.

Yes, she was told by her about her grandmother's illness, but was it really just to let Camille know that

her grandmother didn't want to be treated? Of course not. Camille knew what she was thinking, and

she was just trying to drive a wedge between Camille and Ayan.

So why thank her?

Camille squinted and gave her a cold look. "Why are you telling me what you know, and as for the word

thank, do you think it's appropriate for us?"

Eileen's face turned cold and she snorted, "You're a real ungrateful woman. If it wasn't for me, what

would have happened to your grandmother?"

"Eileen, do you want me to argue with you here and let everyone know the nasty things you said?"

Camille was warning her that as a public figure, she was in the spotlight. She had to keep her mouth

clean to avoid being dragged down.

Eileen's lips narrowed and there was a brief silence. Then she said quietly, "Camille, I didn't come here

today to tell you this. I know your grandmother needs a heart transplant. You didn't know Ayan did the

matching test last night, did you? I have the right heart for your grandmother. Do you want it?"