Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 36

Belle was physically exhausted, her body was covered in sweat, her cheeks glowed flushing from excitement. Calvin's hand touched the sweat all over her body, his voice was low, with a bit of sulking, "Who told you to come to my rescue? I am a man, I don't need a woman's protection."

His words were tinged with anger and he was even more distraught.

The illusion that had just risen in Belle was shattered by his words; he was so frantic and restless because he was worried that she would become dependent on him after saving him.

After all, the person he loves is Lexie and they will soon be married.

"I didn't save you on purpose, I was afraid that after you were injured, you wouldn't be able to finish the design of the model and I wouldn't be able to leave Harvey Corp, also, I was more afraid that I wouldn't be able to find the two cars." With a bitter heart, Belle gritted her teeth and finished in one breath, as if she had used up all her strength, she went limp in Calvin's arms.

Calvin shuddered and lifted her head.

Her face was white.

"Tell me, what do you want with those two cars?" His eyes were dark, his tone cooled.

Belle opened her eyes and quietly stared at Calvin, silent. But her heart ached.

Calvin looked at the silent Belle, who was weakly lying in his arms, but her face was like dead ashes, but in her eyes was a lonely and resolute light. That light made him feel scared, and he didn't even understand what she was thinking!

Why was the light in her eyes so stubborn when she was obviously so weak?

Perhaps she only treated him like this, but to another man she was as gentle and affectionate as a pet, not that she didn't know how to be gentle, but just not to him.

A vague anger rushed up again in his heart.

But it was her hot back that clung to his palm, and the painful huff that her mouth tried so hard to hide made him remember the decision he had made in his mind during the day.

Even if they were not meant to be husband and wife, they should not act like enemies.

He pushed his anger down and tightened his arms around her again.

The cold sweat on the woman was growing, soaking through even her hospital gown!

He sighed, put her down and fetched a basin of hot water.

As Belle lay limply on the bed, Calvin wiped her sweat and finally brought her a set of clean clothes to change into.

Belle refused to let him change.

But Calvin laughed and joked, "I have seen any part of your body, I'm not going to eat you, it's just a change of clothes. What can I do when you are in this state, it even makes me sick.”

She turned her face away from him and ignored him, but she could not allow him to change her clothes, and then fell asleep in his arms.

When Belle opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

There is a ray of bright sunlight slanting in through the window, warming and gilding the ward.

The ward was no longer so cold, and Belle felt the pain in her back getting heavier and heavier, so much so that every movement she made could make her gasp for air.

Calvin is standing on the balcony on the phone.

Not long after there was a knock at the door.

Alfred walked in with a somewhat anxious demeanour.

"Speak." Calvin walked in, ordered coldly.

Alfred looked at Belle lying on the hospital bed and said in a somewhat heavy voice, "That man who committed the murder was a local resident of Q Town. Because the original rubbish incinerator was built next to his house, his family members died of cancer one after another, and some experts said that it was all related to the rubbish incinerator. In recent days, residents of Q Town have heard that the rubbish incinerator cannot be moved, can't be moved to Castle Peak, just because there's Camphor Villa there, so he blamed everything on the Harvey Group, got angry and tried to hurt you, wishing to attach the attention of government departments."

Calvin was silent, his face somewhat obscure, and waved his hand as Alfred retreated.

He lit a cigar and walked out onto the balcony. Belle watched his back, the bright sun shining on his body, and it looked forlorn.

He walked in after smoking.

"You must be hungry, I'll ask someone to bring you food. You don't go to work for the next few days." He spoke softly and with a smile on his face, completely unable to see the bit of decadence he just had.