Chapter 117 - Leaving home if you're not happy?

"Didn't do anything, just changed a few dishes.”

He said it in a light-hearted way.

Camille frowned: "Carter, is it a bit too much to just change a few

dishes? If you don't want to touch it you can eat the millet porridge, but

don't waste other people's good intentions can you?"

“No one invited him to do it, he came uninvited, I've given you face by

indulging you to invite him in, now you think I'll allow you to eat his

cooking?"

"But I'm not allowed to eat it already, too."

"Just eat it."

When Carter finished, he passed a look directly to Kian, signaling him

to move faster.

Kian looked at Camille cautiously, and then hurriedly changed the plate

into the basket with it.

Kian did not stay much longer to hurry up and leave.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet and stagnant, but it was

limited to Camille alone, but Carter did not change his face without any

emotion, just looked at her lightly: "Eat, or it will get cold."

Camille narrowed her eyes and her words were indifferent: "I'm not

hungry anymore, you can eat by yourself."

Then she turned directly back to the bedroom, not forgetting to close

the door and unlock it.

She really had never found Carter to be so unreasonable and could

even commit such childish acts as replacing dishes.

Not to mention the fact that Kian, a high achiever, would be too big for

the job of delivering food, but the mere fact that he thinks like this is

only for children.

Camille was really feeling angry, after all, the cooking took more than

an hour and was just wasted.

She felt that Carter was disrespecting her.

But then she thought of the baby in her belly, she also immediately

stopped herself from continuing to get angry, and kept taking deep

breaths to adjust her emotions and mood.

The heart is even more silently saying: “Baby, do you see? This is your

childish daddy.”

After that, Camille stayed in her bedroom and didn't come out.

Carter was still recovering from his fever, so he didn't have much of an

appetite, and just ate some porridge and some veggies before he put

down his bowl.

He looked at the closed door of the bedroom, his handsome face was

warm and cold, and a thick indifference flashed under his eyes.

Is that how much she likes Preston's cooking?

Carter then stayed in the living room, where he worked on many tasks

on his computer.

He looked at the time, put down his computer and got up and walked to

the bedroom door, lifted his bony hand and knocked, then said,

"Camille, open the door.”

No response inside.

He added, "Camille, if you don't open it again I'll just kick it open.”

Still no sound.

He frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Camille, I haven't taken my

medication, open the door and let me get it, hmm?"

He knocked again in succession, and then the door was suddenly

pulled open.

Camille's cold face did not look at him, swept past him and walked

directly to the living room outside.

Carter's eyebrows moved slightly as he took her wrist, his eyes

seemingly laced with crushed ice: "So you're having a tantrum with me

now because you're not allowed to eat Preston's cooking?"

Camille twisted her head to look at him, she calmly returned: "I did not

say so, if you want to think so I can not change your mind, after all, the

heart is yours, I can not sit in the main control can not."

He laughed coldly.

There was no smile in those deep eyes, all of them were bitterly

sarcastic: "Camille, so now you're telling me that you admit you're

messing with me because of him? What? You want to divorce me to

accept his love?"

Camille looked at him coldly and incredulously: "Carter, do you know

what you're talking about? We have been married for a year I have

never crossed the line of marriage, I will not climb the wall within

marriage, but since you do not love me, do not care who I am friends

with what my circle is like, do not you think you are really no fun

through this?"

Carter's face looked like the calm on the eve of a storm: "So you're

saying you don't want to distance yourself from him and you won't draw

the line?"

Camille doesn't say anything, so it's considered a tacit agreement.

The atmosphere between the two also became cold, and he even

warned in a cold voice: "Camille, listen carefully, if he dares to come to

you again, and you dare to meet alone again, I will definitely tell him to

get out of Hance City!"

At the end of the sentence, Carter had turned around and gone back to

the bedroom.

Camille froze in stunned silence.

She is really depressed, why he and Eileen close to each other he does

not feel any wrong, but she can not.

First Preston, then Albert.

He was all that overbearing, not allowing them to come and go too

much, even asking to keep their distance.

Can't you even have a friend of the opposite sex because you're

married?

Camille took a deep breath as she leaned back on the couch and

stared out the window.

I don't know how long it took, but the cell phone sitting on the coffee

table suddenly rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly as she picked up the phone and

answered, "Hello?"

"Camille, what's the point of this?"

Eileen's stern questioning voice rang in her ears.

She wrinkled her brow, not even going to answer the phone if she knew

it was Eileen.

She asked indifferently, "Do you want something?"

"Are you hiding Carter? Do you think Carter will fall in love with you just

because you forbid him to contact me? I'm telling you Camille, you're

delusional!"

"You're sick?"

Camille's face was cold, her words austere, and a clear arc under her

eyes.

Eileen was also very emotional: "Didn't you move out of Hanyama

Manson? If you've moved out, why are you still pestering Carter?

Camille, he doesn't love you, and he can't love you, he wants to marry

me."

"Does it matter to you? You'd better mind your own business, don't you

forget, what is your status now?"

How could she dare to provoke her again and again with an identity

that cannot see the light of day?

Camille hung up the phone straight away.

Eileen's whole body was bad, with a chill under her eyes and a stern

gaze, "Camille, I will make you look good."

Eileen has been on a downward spiral lately, because Albert is not

willing to write enough for her, and the time for the release of new

songs is getting closer and closer, she now has no choice but to find

some niche lyricists with little fame, so she is ridiculed by many people

in the circle.

She puts all the blame on Camille, believing that everything is caused

by Camille, and hates Camille very much in her heart.

But naturally her mind Camille does not know and has no interest in.

Camille isn't surprised that Eileen knows she's moved out, except that

she has some unspeakable emotions when Eileen says she's lusting

after her.

Is that what Carter had in mind?

She lightly pursed her lips and fell into deep thought, the dullness under

her eyes sank more and more, until a layer of mist covered nothing

could be seen.

For dinner, it was still Kian who brought over the food.

She didn't even have time to cook and Kian delivered early.

The two ate their meal quietly, no one spoke.

After dinner, Carter went to work and looked as if he had nothing more

to do, so he should be fine, right?

Since it's better, it should be moving soon, right?

But she did not take the initiative to ask, to save him from being

displeased again, she is not willing to quarrel now, and does not want

to be affected by the argument.

Camille stayed alone to rest for a while, looking at the early morning

outside, she went to her room and changed into a casual sports style

suit and a pair of comfortable shoes, then grabbed her phone and got

ready to go out.

She didn't initiate the conversation with Carter, of course, except that

as she was about to pull the door open to get out, a hand was one step

ahead of her and held it against the door.

Carter frowned and asked coldly, “Where are you going? Running away

from home because you're not happy with what I said?"