Waking up, Belle opened her eyes, which looked extraordinarily clear and energetic from her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes, looked up, rubbed her eyes and looked around.
Frightened, she climbed to her feet and couldn't help but scream out.
Where is she?
Before she passed out last night, there were two lewd men carrying her, so she must have been raped. With this in mind, she looked down on her body.
Sure enough there was only a thin bath towel wrapped around herself, chilled to the bone yet feeling a twinge of discomfort that things didn't seem as bad as she thought, or at least, that there was nothing uncomfortable about her lower body!
So where is she?
It was a sumptuous bedroom, comfortable and splendor, but it was not what those two rough men had. Could she have been sold?
Scrambling to her feet, she looked around for her clothes.
But as she pulled open the wardrobe, only to see men's clothing, well ironed shirts, well tailored suits, rows of T-shirts. It definitely looked like someone's high class bedroom.
Belle's heart instantly fluttered, could this be Calvin's bedroom or Rhys'? Calvin had already gone to take care of his beloved Lexie, how could he come to save her? Then it must be Rhys, only he could pity her, only then could he come to save her!
Excited, she grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it on, opening the door to her bedroom.
The T-shirt was long enough and big enough to wrap around her delicate, slim figure, just reaching her thighs.
It is a large and luxurious flat, with a glorious and exquisite interior, where every piece of furniture is the most trendy, satisfying the eyes.
Her beautiful eyes darted around, searching for the tall, imposing figure.
The door frame on the side of the living room was opened and a handsome, dark-haired, suited man stepped out, carrying an expensive handbag and appearing to be on his way out.
"It's you." Belle recognised him at once and her smile stiffened.
Calvin Harvey!
This is Calvin's house!
She had been his titular wife for several years and had never heard of this place!
Calvin's face was expressionless, his gaze cold, and he was about to go out with his bag, but when he passed her, he reluctantly stood still.
"You saved me?" Belle asked in a whisper, eyes downcast, squeezing the hem of her dress with a hint of unease and anticipation!
Belle did not believe that he would leave Lexie behind to come to her rescue.
Calvin's eyebrows raised slightly, with his unique domineering, arrogant aura, looking down at her, coldly spoke, "I didn’t expect that you are so cheap. From now on, work well and don't disgrace my company."
He walked towards the outside and then turned around.
"It's not far from the office, get your own breakfast."
With these words, he slammed the door and left.
Belle froze still, lost at words!
What did he mean? Even though she had seen the disdain in his eyes many times, it was the first time she had been called her cheap!
Her heart ached.
If she was cheap, so why did he come to save her!
She didn't beg him to save her!
But when she thought of the two lewd men who had made a pass at her last night, she shivered and was secretly thankful that Calvin had saved her!
It was almost time to go to work, so she hurriedly washed her face, found her dress and headed for the office.
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