Chapter 9 You can't be pregnant

Hanyama Manson.

Camille hadn't eaten much all day and had the kitchen cook a pasta

dish when she got back.

Looking at the noodles with green vegetables and fried eggs, smelling

what should be hungry, but she was suddenly gushing with a bout of

retching, with an urge to vomit.

She thought she had just been hungry for too long and was just about

to take it to her mouth when that intense feeling could no longer be

controlled.

She rushed to the bathroom and kept dry heaving.

This feeling is very unpleasant, there is always a feeling that the

internal organs are going to be pulled out.

It took a while to get comfortable, she stood up straight, but her eyes

met a pair of deep, dark man's eyes.

Her eyes froze and she turned to look at the man in shock, "When did

you come back?"

How are no sound of.

The man's face was warm and light, and his beady eyes were fixed on

her, "What's wrong with you?"

Camille's eyes flashed with panic, but her tone was calm as she said,

“It's okay."

"It's really okay?"

He frowned and continued to pursue the question.

Camille just smiled, "Of course, what else do you think I am?"

A flash of heartbreak passed under her eyes, but it was quickly hidden

tightly.

This scene was also naturally seen by Ayan, the pair of deep black

eyes stared at her for a moment, as if to see her heart through.

After a long time, he said warmly, “Camille , you're not pregnant, are

you?"

What he said was, "You're not pregnant, are you?"

It's not "You're not pregnant, are you?"

There is just one word difference, but there is a huge difference.

Camille's eyes trembled lightly, and her heart ached as if something

had clutched it.

He just dismissed the possibility of pregnancy without the slightest

hesitation, without even any hesitation.

Camille met his gaze without hiding or shifting, with a faint smile under

her eyes, "If I were really pregnant, would you be willing to let me give

birth?"

"You can't be pregnant.” His tone was very certain, and his deep eyes

had a determined look.

The man's reaction fell into Camille's heart and became an indelible

pain, so in his heart, he never thought there would be a child between

them.

She hid her hard feelings and smiled lightly, “Since you know in your

heart, so what are you suspecting? After all, you have done safety

measures every time between us, have you forgotten?"

Of course, other than that drunkenness, he doesn't even remember it

afterwards, and she won't volunteer it.

She did not change her face and could not see the slightest mistake.

Her answer was clearly what the man wanted, but when he saw the

mocking arc of her mouth emerge, the handsome face was slightly

tense, and his heart seemed to be gently brushed by something sharp,

flooded with inexplicable emotions.

Ayan frowned slightly, the emotions under his eyes thickened, the two

looked at each other for a long time before hearing him ask

indifferently: "If you are not feeling well, why don't you go see a doctor,

I'll ask Kian to arrange it for you?"

Kian Reid is his secretary.

Camille shook her head no: "No need, I'll go by myself."

“Your body is your own, don't get into a corner over side things, or I'll

accompany you personally for a piece, en?"

"Ayan , I said I'll go on my own, we're getting divorced anyway, do I

have to rely on you all the time? Are you sure Miss Khan won't mind?"

This time Ayan did not make a sound, the eyes deepened, the noble

face as cold as water without the slightest gentleness.

Camille warned herself silently: "See? He has no feelings or fondness

for you at all, you are nothing, all he cares about is Eileen.”

His speechlessness made her laugh at herself.

The atmosphere also quieted down, and after a while, Ayan asked with

a slight frown, "Did you tell the Armstrongs about our divorce?"