My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 132 Camille, don't regret it

In fact, she would like to hear Carter deny, although some pretentious, but in the face of love people

are selfish, is not it?

Camille just looked at him flatly, she didn't answer the question, but asked, "What would it take to

restart the suspended project? Is it okay to leave the innocent Fumiko Estate out of this between us?"

Carter's face is very light, like the late-night stream, cool and bone-chilling, the tone is also very light,

but the bottom of the eyes cold manslaughter: "No divorce, you can do whatever you want."

"Anything?"

"Of course, after all, you are Mrs. Simpson ."

Camille laughed.

She said lightly: "Carter, you still don't know me at all, I hate the public and private will only use the

means of threat to force me, even if I have a reluctance to this marriage, but because of your forced I

will insist on divorce."

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly, disgruntled anger flooding the bottom of them, "Camille, are you

sure?"

"If I say I'm sure, are you going to make my company disappear from Hance City, too?"

"Probably." He hooked his lips, his smile was cold without the slightest ripple, but the unbridled rampant

and cold intent hidden in the depths was extremely deep: "So you think clearly in answering."

"Yes, I'm sure the divorce wasn't just talk." Camille next second then his words to respond, black and

white eyes are even more straight stare at him without the slightest dodge and retreat.

The two looked at each other, Carter's face was expressionless, the bottom of his eyes were cold and

shady, and his eyebrows were full of displeasure and slight anger, he just gave her a deep look before

turning to the car and leaving.

But Camille knew exactly what the look in his eyes meant?

He told her again, "Camille, don't regret it."

But since it has come to this point, it is not her turn to regret.

Because she never wanted to change her decision to divorce.

Camille suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't want to go back to her apartment

and stay alone, and naturally she couldn't stay at the Armstrong's villa, so she had to drive to the office,

the project was suspended, but the drawings had to be sorted out, and she had to think of other ways

to do it.

This project is different for Camille than any other. She has been working with this project since the

beginning of her pregnancy, and she has gone through all the hard work and fatigue alone, so she

really doesn't want to give up.

Camille arrived at the office and parked her car with the intention of getting hot milk, having rushed to

the Armstrong's villa in the morning and so far having only eaten a piece of toast to pamper her

stomach.

When she passed by the cafe downstairs after buying milk, her eyes inadvertently swept across a

familiar figure of a man, and she tilted her head to take a closer look, and it was indeed Preston.

But he was not alone, there was a woman sitting across from him.

But the woman's back is facing her, so it is not possible to see the face, but the long hair is flowing,

look should be quite beautiful.

Camille did not bother, just the corners of the mouth spread a light smile, the heart can not help but feel

a burst of relief.

Camille returned to the company office, Yessica immediately followed in, Yessica said: "Ms. Armstrong,

you know what? Just now a beautiful woman with a good figure came to see Mr. Walker, but Mr. Walker

seems not very happy, and reminded her not to come to the company in the future, do you know who

she is ah? Is Mr. Walker's girlfriend?"

"Mr. Walker is not happy?"

"Ehhh, a little upset that she came to the office to see him, but the pretty woman didn't seem to care

very much, and then Mr. Walker went out with her."

"How pretty is it?" Camille smiled, amused by Yessica's gossipy face.

Yessica also thought seriously, and then said: "I did not see the face, wearing a mask and hat, but I

saw her eyes, should be quite good-looking, but I think the voice is a bit familiar, like where I have

heard before, could it be with our cooperation with the head of a company ah?"

"You're curious to know?"

"Ms. Armstrong do you know the inside story? Can you tell me? I promise not to tell anyone and I'll

keep it a secret." Yessica's eyes dilated and her heart fluttered.

Camille's face changed and her words were warm: "You're so curious, wait for Mr. Walker to come back Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

later and ask him directly!"

"That's not good, is it?" Yessica took it seriously.

Camille helpless smile: "You enough, hurry up and go to work, in gossip I deduct your salary."

Yessica heard the deduction of wages immediately shut her mouth not to ask more questions and

quickly turned around and went out to start working.

Looking at her back, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, and the gloom in her heart seemed to be

gradually dispersing.

But she was also curious, who could this woman be that Yessica thought sounded familiar?

Is it really a client with whom the company has cooperation?

Camille shook her head and couldn't imagine who it was. Anyway, she was happy to have Preston in a

new circle.

Camille finished her milk, and then took out all the information of the project and started to reorganize

it. It had cost her more than 500 sheets of paper to suspend the project since its launch, each of which

was carefully revised by her little by little, all by her own hands, and every step of the project was

deeply remembered in her mind.

Is this really the end?

She quietly leaned back in her chair in contemplation, and a message came in on her phone at that

moment.

She looked down and read the content, the corners of her mouth emerged from the heart of the smile,

even the eyebrows were also infected, fingertips also followed the light and fast knock down a

paragraph to reply to the past.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open and Preston walked in, saw the scene and asked out

loud, "What are you looking at so happily?"

She looked up and met Preston's eyes: "Talking to a friend."

Preston walked over to the chair at his desk and sat down, handing Camille another coffee from his

hand on the desk, "You love it."

"Thanks." She reached out and took it, but didn't drink it, just looked at Preston , and asked with words

of concern, "I just saw you downstairs in the cafe, is that pretty girl a friend?"

Preston's face stiffened momentarily, and his eyes flashed with shock, but he soon looked at Camille

with a gentle face: "Did you see that? I don't have anything to do with her, I'm just an ordinary friend

that I've met a few times."

"Preston, what are you so nervous about? I didn't see her face, I just saw the back, but I heard Yessica

say it should be a beautiful girl, so I know?"

Camille smiled at Preston with her cheek.

His expression did not move to relax, his eyebrows are also a gentle smile emerged, the whole person

is even leaned back, and just the reaction seems to be somewhat judged by the appearance of two

people, he said: "not nervous, just do not want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding."

"Okay." Camille nodded and repeated the question, "So who is she? Do I know her?"

She looked into Preston's eyes and waited for an answer.