My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 82 He struck Preston

Eileen's face turned white and she looked at Ayan with some stiffness, she asked in a low voice, "Ayan,

are you kicking me out? I didn't think it would become such a big deal last night, and if I had known it

would be like this I wouldn't have let you go."

Ayan was silent and his face was thin and cold.

Eileen looked at this look at his heart completely bottomed out, but some words but also can not

continue to say, can only follow his words to bring their own bento box, and then softly said: "Ayan, you

do not get angry with me, okay? I really didn't mean it, if you are not happy because you picked me up

last night, I will immediately issue a statement to clarify that we have nothing to do with just friends, as

for those reporters who caught the wind I will also issue a lawyer's letter, I do so, will you be happy?"

Ayan's deep, sunken eyes stared at her, the expression on his face was still faint, he hadn't spoken, but

the displeasure in his eyes was clearly presented making it difficult for people to look away.

Eileen pursed her lips, she felt that she had said so much without getting a single response, and her

inner urge was a little out of control.

She asked, "Ayan, why don't you say anything? Are you trying to tell me you're not going to get a

divorce so I can stay away from you in the future?"

"Eileen, why have you become not confident at all?" Ayan frowned slightly and said indifferently. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

His light-hearted words made Eileen suddenly silent.

This is another way of telling her that she is not as confident as Camille and is more of a wishy-washy

person.

Eileen wanted to explain, but in the end, she was afraid of upsetting him even more, so she ended up

saying nothing.

Coming out of the office, she ran into Kian at the door.

Her face was slightly stiff and her eyes were flushed with redness as she said, "Mr. Reid, isn't Ayan

very angry about what happened in the hot seat today?"

Kian is a very good at reading people's minds, Eileen since it is to deliver lunch should not be so soon

out, it must be lunch is not delivered, and Mr. Simpson also happened unpleasant, and still one side of

the unpleasant.

Kian slightly raised his head and lightly responded, "Miss Khan, I can't speculate on Mr. Simpson's

thoughts, if you have anything you want to know you should ask Mr. Simpson directly."

Eileen was displeased but did not flare up, just nodded and left first.

After seeing Eileen enter the elevator, Kian knocked on the office door and entered.

Kian told Ayan word for word what Eileen had just said, and he had no obvious reaction or intention of

mentioning it.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke indifferently, "Put off your dinner party tonight, I'll drive

myself back."

Kian was slightly stunned, then nodded hastily, "Yes, I'll go arrange it."

"By the way, have you gotten any results on that thing I asked you to look into?"

Ayan asked, his face downcast.

"Nothing obvious, the people who come and go are usually familiar, other than that there is no one too

suspicious."

"Keep watching, and don't let anyone who has contact slip through."

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, under his eyes as immersed in years of ancient Tan let people can not

see the bottom, some of the play has been completely opened, the actors will also walk into the front of

the screen one by one, I am afraid that soon there will be a hard battle.

.......

Camille was busy until about 3:00 p.m. when she returned to the office.

I think it was the fever that made her feel tired after doing a little bit of work.

Seeing her face tired and pale, Preston poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her:

"Camille, why don't you go back and rest?"

"No, I just discussed the shortcomings of the interior with Mr. Moss, I have to revise it immediately and

show it to him tomorrow."

"There is no hurry, the work is not finished, you lie down on the sofa first to rest, I will wake you up later,

OK?"

Preston finished, jerked her notebook away, and then insisted that she go lie down on the couch and

rest.

Camille wasn't being pretentious, she didn't want to do it for herself, but for the baby in her belly, so she

didn't refuse.

She slept for a long time, and Preston didn't wake her up until just before the end of the day, when he

gently opened the office door and entered.

The sun's setting light shines down through the window, the woman lies on the sofa still asleep, her

eyelashes slightly curled, her fair face without any blemish, her watery lips gently closed, as if waiting

to be plucked.

Preston stood tall and watched intently, his eyes growing deeper and deeper, his throat rolling.

The person in front of him he has liked for many years, from the beginning he wanted to be with her to

the later as long as she was happy, but after she got married to Ayan she changed visibly, became less

smiling, became unlike herself, he was heartbroken and wanted her to divorce Ayan and cut off all

relations and contacts with the Simpsons.

He leaned down and half-crouched beside the sofa, lifting his bony fingers to touch her face, but was

afraid she would suddenly wake up and stop when he was about to touch it.

He couldn't wake her up like this, and slowly moved over to kiss the corner of her lips, but when the tip

of his nose was about to touch the tip of her nose, suddenly a cool breeze came from the side and his

collar was grabbed from behind and he was pulled back: "What are you doing?"

The man's voice is low and cold but suppressed tone of questioning, the pair of deep black eyes

fiercely stared at Preston, handsome indifferent face without the usual reserved and gentle, only a

piece of harsh ruthlessness.

Preston smiled lightly, "You saw it, didn't you? Do I need to repeat it again?"

Preston's words fell, came face to face with a heavy punch, the wind of the punch is harsh and fast,

there is no time to dodge.

Ayan grabbed his collar, clutching him out of the office, followed by another punch, a thick layer of

gloom floating between his eyebrows, unrestrained flare emanated.

Preston did not fight back the whole time, he was knocked to the ground, Ayan stared at him from

above, his eyes were cold and angry, long, narrow, deep eyes is the ZhanZhan kill: "Preston, you stay

away from her, you know what she is, if you dare to have the next time, I do not mind using some

means to make you disappear. "

"It's not the first time the Simpson family's tactics of making people disappear have happened, so of

course I'll believe it."

Preston thin lips with a light smile, although full of wretched, but not reduce his handsome and elegant

handsome.

Ayan frowned slightly, did not look deep into the meaning of his words, but only coldly warned: "Do not

think you and she is a friend I do not dare to do anything to you, those dirty thoughts in your heart to

me to hide better, I am afraid that she knows will dirty her eyes and ears."

"Mr. Simpson, in what capacity do you say this to me?" Preston tilted his head, the corners of his mouth

light smile always emerged, he said in a low voice: "Husband? After all, you're not the one she loves,

so what if you were husband and wife?"