The two men looked at each other wordlessly as he got himself out of the car and walked back into the house one after the other to go back to the bedroom.
He put his unhappiness on his face and the atmosphere was a bit gloomy.
The bedroom door and window were closed, and he smelled very badly of alcohol and tobacco, so Camille smelled a little uncomfortable and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to take a shower?"
"Camille , what do you mean by that? Do you think I've already washed it outside?"
Ayan frowned and said in a light tone, "Do you have any comments or grievances against me? If so you can just say it, I said I would not do anything within the marriage that would violate the fidelity of this marriage."
"Who knows? I don't follow you around every day either."
She retorted in a low voice.
He stared at her, "If you want to follow that's fine, why don't we start tomorrow?"
"Don't." She refused, asking casually, "Didn't you already take a shower at the hospital?"
"Who told you that I took a shower in the hospital? That's a hospital not a hotel, you think you can just take a shower and stay there?"
Camille stared at him for a moment, didn't he?
Did Eileen lie?
She whispered, "I called you tonight, Miss Khan answered, she said you were in the shower and couldn't answer."
"Did Eileen tell you that?" Ayan asked lightly.
Camille pursed her lips, what did he mean? Did he think she had wronged Eileen?
She murmured, "I don't have to lie to you in such a way."
"That's not what I meant." Ayan said.
Camille, however, did not want to continue, just said: "You do not need to explain to me, it is late, you go to the shower, I want to rest."
With that, she brushed past him and headed for the bed.
The man narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling slightly harder, and her whole body fell into his arms.
The distance between each other is very close, so close that you can clearly hear the man's powerful heartbeat as well as his hard chest.
She could not be more aware of how good his body is, especially when they are close to each other intimately every part of his blood pulsates so obviously.
Camille's cheeks immediately flushed when she thought about it.
She struggled subconsciously, "What are you doing? Let go of me."
Ayan looked down at her and suddenly got the urge to tease her and smiled, "Camille, we're married, isn't it obvious what I'm going to do?"
What the hell is he talking about?
Camille's eyes widened, "Did you forget we were getting a divorce?"
"But aren't we divorced now?"
He leaned in close, the handsome face came up to her eyes, as close as a sheet of paper.
Camille's cheeks immediately flushed and her eyes flashed with shock as she whispered, "I don't want to."
A face of resistance and reluctance.
Ayan narrowed his eyes, his deep eyes were cold, and his face was indifferent as water: "Camille, as long as we are not divorced, you have to fulfill the obligations of a wife."
"What's the difference between us now and being divorced? Aren't you afraid that Miss Khan will find out and blame you for being unfaithful to her?"
"What does it matter to her if it's our business?"
"How is it okay? Isn't she the one you love in your heart?"
"Camille , can you please stop using Eileen as a bargaining chip for you to avoid the truth every time?"
He seemed upset.
Was she upset because she mentioned Eileen?
Does he really love Eileen that much? Not even if someone else mentions it?
Camille inwardly sneers at herself: see how much he cares about the person he loves, and she? Nothing counts."
She pursed her lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
Her concurrence did not give Ayan any pleasure, but rather as a stuffy gas blocked in his heart very uncomfortable.
The conflict between the two people also did not unravel, Ayan shower out of her side has fallen asleep, looking at her beautiful delicate face, Ayan frowned, recently also do not know what she in the end is what happened? The temper is getting bigger and bigger, is it because of the divorce to him no longer need to have any scruples?
So was her year of tenderness all an act?
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he really did not know Camille.