My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 245: Fishing

Camille was still feeling uncomfortable, so it was hard to think about his words.

But feeling the warmth of the man's body and his special breath, she realized what he was talking

about.

Camille did not speak but held him back.

The results also came out, the baby was fine. There was no problem, so they shouldn’t worry anymore.

When Ayan went to take a call, the doctor smiled and said to Camille, "Mr. Simpson loves you very

much. I can see that he will be a good father and a good husband."

The doctor was her cousin's teacher, so there were no courtesies.

This made Camille blush a little awkwardly.

The worrying look in his eyes was obvious to Camille, but it was just too unreal for her to believe.

Camille came out of the doctor's office. Ayan, who had just come back after the phone call, saw her

coming out and asked, "what did the doctor say?"

"I'm fine."

"Okay," he whispered back.

He picked up the checklist in her hand, then put the phone in the other hand and naturally held her

hand.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Camille was happy.

As they walked to the parking garage and got into the car, Ayan whispered, "mom knows we're at the

hospital for a prenatal check and she asked us to meet up. Do you want to go?"

"Mom's here already?"

"Not yet, on her way, so do you want to go?"

Camille nodded and looked at Ayan. "Of course," she says, "I can't turn Mom down. Besides, it's been

a long time since we have gone shopping together."

"Okay." His voice was hoarse.

Camille looked at him puzzled. "Huh?" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Just you two?"

He asked softly.

"Didn't mother ask me to hang out?"

"Does he want to go?"

"Doesn't he have to work?"

Talia arrived soon and got straight into Ayan's car. Before she got in, she asked Camille to sit in the

back seat with her.

Ayan asked, "do you think I'm the driver?"

"One is your wife, the other is your mother, and there is your baby in her belly. Don’t you feel honored

to be the driver of us three?"

Talia responded arrogantly.

Ayan just smiled and said, "yes, you're right. It's my pleasure."

Camille smiled too, feeling happy and relaxed with Talia.

Then they chatted a lot. First, Talia was asking about the results of the tests, then they talked about

things after the baby was born. They talked all the way and ignored Ayan.

The car stopped at a mall parking garage half an hour later, according to the address Talia gave him.

Holding Camille's hand, Talia explained, "I made you and the baby some clothes. They called me last

night and told me they were ready so I thought I'd stop by today with you to see if you like them?"

"Mom, you are so nice. The baby is not born yet. It's ok to buy clothes later or after the birth."

"How can that be? The baby can wait, but you can’t. You are the only daughter-in-law I have, and I

want you to be the most beautiful pregnant mother."

Talia took Camille to the tailor shop. The store manager immediately took the custom-made clothes and

Talia quickly asked Camille to try them on. They were slightly loose but the highlights were still very

prominent.

Plus, Camille was beautiful and had a pretty face, which made it easier to overlook that she was

pregnant.

Talia was satisfied and kept saying, "very pretty."

Camille looked down and was embarrassed by her compliments.

Talia looked over at Ayan and asked, "Ayan, is Camille pretty?"

Camille paused and automatically looked at Ayan.

His dark eyes were fixed on her, and as they looked each other in the eye, she looked away uneasily.

The man said gently, "yeah, you look good."

"Camille, did you hear that? Ayan thinks it looks good on you. Mother didn't lie, did I?"

Camille blushed and took a glance at the man beside her. She pressed her lips together and remained

silent.

After picking up her clothes, Talia took Camille to other shops. Ayan was trailing behind them like a tool

man carrying shopping bags.

This was the case all morning, and they ate lunch there, too.

Camille could see Ayan's frustration, so after lunch, she quickly told Talia, "Mom, I'm feeling a little

tired. I want to go home and have a rest."

"Tired? I’m sorry to drag you through endless shopping. I’m very happy today. Are you alright?"

"Yes, but my feet are a little tired. I'll just go home and lie down."

Talia immediately looked at Ayan. "You take Camille home to rest, and I'll have the driver come and

pick me up."

"Mom, will you come home with us?"

"No, I have plans later. I'm going to hang out with some friends. I’ll ask my driver to pick me up and go

straight to meet them there."

Talia didn't have any other hobbies except playing cards, so Camille didn't insist. She waited for the

driver to arrive and then left with Ayan.

On the way back to the apartment, Camille asked Ayan, "is shopping more tiring than working?"

Ayan was driving while giving her a gentle look. "No."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"But generally, men don’t like shopping very much, do they?"

She asked curiously.

Ayan narrowed his eyes and asked faintly, "Men? Who else have you been hanging out with?"

Camille got speechless and her eyes twinkled slightly. "No, I just heard from Sienna that men don't like

shopping. Asking a man to shop is like asking a woman to go fishing."

"Really?"

His eyes were warm and soft.

He seemed incredulous.

But he said nothing more. Camille, of course, did not want to continue the topic further either.

Back at the apartment, Ayan walked her upstairs. They did a lot of shopping.

Camille said to him, "let's have dinner tonight. Sienna has been helping me a lot this time, so I'd like to

take her out to dinner."

"Ok, then we can go to Darkmoor. You like the food there."

He said it without any sense of embarrassment.

Camille smiled.

"The dinner is about Sienna, not me."

"She is not my concern," he said softly. Then he touched her cheek gently. "I'm off to work. If I’ll be late

tonight, you and Sienna can go first, okay?"

"All right, be careful on the way."

Camille responded softly, watching Ayan walk out through the door, then she closed it.

She could still feel the warmth of his fingertips on her cheeks.

Ayan came out of the apartment as Kian just called.

Over the phone, Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, the person you asked me to investigate went to Flento City

from Hance City Airport about a week ago. I've sent someone to check in Flento City now."

"Okay."

Ayan responded without much emotion.

As the call continued, Kian stopped talking.

He asked in a soft voice, "What’s it?"