My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 5 He will never love her

"I'll go over there now and have the caregiver stay with you first, huh?" Ayan's jaw is tense, his tone is

always warm and light, but after listening to Eileen's words his eyes go deep into the ancient pool so

that one cannot see the bottom.

His answer made Eileen happy: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

When the call ended, he raised his eyes towards the stairway, his eyes deepened, and instructed the

maid to remind Camille to eat dinner, then he lifted his feet and walked outside.

The car's engine soon sounded, and Camille stood at the master bedroom window watching the black

car fade away.

The white and soft face is flooded with cold indifference, the corners of the mouth overflowing with self-

deprecating light smile, the mind is all the way to his worry about Eileen quickly away. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He really does love Eileen, so what else is she hoping for?

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This night, Ayan did not go back to Hanyama Manson, no need to think, he must have stayed at the

hospital with Eileen.

This is also more than a year of their marriage in addition to business trips for the first time he did not

sleep at night, she did not text and call to bother him, she tried to be a dignified and generous, gentle

and generous wife.

Because from the time she knew she was going to marry Ayan, Mrs. Armstrong, her own mother, had

been telling her how to be a good wife who didn't bore men.

She did as she was told, but she couldn't understand why Ayan didn't have any feelings for her even

though she had done a good job.

There is only one reason to think about it.

That's why he hates her so much, hates her as a person, that's why he doesn't like her half as much.

Camille had to come to grips with reality, telling herself over and over again, "He doesn't love me, ever."

She slept poorly all night, and only fell asleep when the sky was white, and was awakened by the

phone ringing not long after.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was Ayan calling.

She pressed connect, her voice a little muffled, "Is something wrong?"

"Up and about?"

"Hmm."

"Prepare two sets of clothes that Eileen wears and send them to the hospital, she doesn't want people

to see her now, so you deliver them yourself, okay?"

The questioning, however, has a declarative tone.

Camille's soft, thin lashes fluttered, her face pale and colorless from lack of sleep, and she froze for a

moment before asking, "Do you want me to take her to the hospital?"

"Well, you send it."

"I don't know Miss Khan very well, and I'm an outsider by all accounts, and she would want me to see

her now?"

"She won't mind, so you send it over as soon as you can, huh?"

Camille pursed her lips, her heart felt like it was being clutched by something so hard it hurt, and she

told herself over and over that this was the last time she would do something she didn't want to do for

him.

Her eyes were cold and clear, and her tone was light: "Be there in an hour."

Without waiting for the man to respond, she had already ended the call first.

She tried her best to hold back her inner emotions, but the suppressed pain was getting deeper and

deeper, making her unbearably tormented.

Is he going to get back at her in this way just because she came back in Preston's car last night?

But whether it was or not, she was more desperate than ever to end the marriage.

Eileen woke up, and this is just the beginning. Every day afterwards he will put his heart on Eileen, and

such things will happen all the time.

She couldn't imagine what that would be like.

She took two outfits from the closet in the checkroom that she changed every season but she never

wore, and drove to the hospital.

When she reached the door of the ward, she was about to raise her hand and knock on the door when

a clear conversation came into her ears: "Ayan, I must look ugly now, won't Camille laugh at me when

she sees me?"