Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 18

Calvin, who loves cleanliness the most, smells of alcohol. He was unhappy about this.

He rushed into the spacious bathroom, undressed and lay in the bathtub comfortably, the warmth of the water enveloping him and gradually soothing his nerves.

Doesn’t he hate her? Why should he care if she lives or dies? He should just leave her to raped by those two filthy men.

Why, in that instant, he stepped in with hesitation?

Wasn't he expected to her be humiliated before?

Was he moved by her poor appearance, or could he not bear to see her humiliated? Or did he still care for her from the bottom of his heart?

He sank himself to the bottom of the bathtub and let the water submerge him.

A long time later, soaked and relaxed, he changed into clean pyjamas and was in a much better mood!

He came into the living room to get a cup of hot water, but his eyes fell on the woman who was lying on the sofa in a deep sleep.

She was dressed in disarray, smelling of alcohol, her dress was stained with mud, her forehead was covered with sweat, but she slept as soundly as a baby.

Calvin recalled the girl in his dream, who at this moment really matched his imagination.

Now that's a woman! The corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the living room was low, would she catch a chill?

He really wondered why he would think so much about such an unpleasant ex-wife when he had done his best to save her from danger!

Hesitating, wavering, and finally not being ruthless enough, he put the glass of water on the coffee table, picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

Belle leaned her head on his chest, meek and well-behaved like a kitten, and rubbed against it.

Calvin's body stiffened, his body seemed to be burning with fire, instantly his whole body’s temperature rose, he steadied himself and was secretly angry.

He wanted to ignore her, but he was worried about her getting cold, but the woman deserved it, going to the river bank so late at night and drinking, without any sense of danger.

He turned on the bath tap and threw her into the tub.

The woman is like a floating weed floating on the water, weak and unsupported, also like the autumn leaves that fall in the wind, lingering and alone.