Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 778

Belle let out a small scream as she dove under the quilt.

"Belle!" Calvin rushed into the room. His eyes were wide open as he struggled to look for her. His vision was blurry and he could only follow the sound towards the thin figure crouched on the bed. She was holding the quilt tightly and her body seemed to be trembling.

"Don't come over!" Belle cried out when she saw Calvin approaching her, anxious and scared. "I'm going to call the police!" She screamed loudly.

Following her voice and scent, Calvin made his way towards her in a few quick steps.

"Call the police?" Calvin grabbed her wrist and laughed in a low voice. "Even if I sleep with you right now, I would just be sleeping with my wife. What can the police possibly do to me? I can't ask for anything more than that."

Belle was unable to resist the strong and overbearing aura emanating from his body. The words came out of his mouth so naturally, as if she was really his wife.

"You..." Belle sat there and looked at him blankly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Using a little strength, Calvin pulled Belle towards him.

"Hey, this has gone too far! What makes you think that you have the right to treat a woman like this?" Belle was in a panic and she reached out to grab him, wanting to push him away.

The corners of Calvin's lips curled up slightly. He stretched out a hand and grabbed her hands, which were flailing helplessly. Just by applying a little force, Belle could no longer move.

"Oh no, what should I do?" Belle panicked, wondering how she should escape.

Belle was so anxious that she was about to cry!

She struggled as she lay sprawled across the bed, trying to fight him off.

"Don't move. You should know that I have limited patience for women in bed." Calvin lowered his head, his hot breath on her ears, his voice hoarse and evil.

His breath was burning hot, and his body seemed to smolder like dry firewood. It was as if the heat emanating from his body would burn the whole room down into ashes if she continued to resist him.

Belle's brain was buzzing and she didn't know what to do.

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled up. He stretched out his other hand and blew on his palm to warm it. Then, he reached under her pajamas and placed his hand on Belle's back, moving it back and forth across her smooth and delicate skin. He trailed his fingers across the raised scar on her back and caressed it gently. Under the light of the bedside lamp, his face was filled with tenderness and passion.

"Belle, do you still remember this scar? That day, in order to save me, you shielded me from that stab. Did you know that? From that day onwards, I made up my mind to hold onto you for the rest of my life. I'll never allow you to escape from me."

His voice was gentle and full of affection, and his warm palm that touched her back glided back and forth gently.

A shiver ran through Belle's body. The heat of his palm made her skin flush and a wave of warmth washed over her. It was so warm that even the coldness at the bottom of her heart disappeared miraculously.

She laid on the quilt, her mind in a trance. She didn't even have the strength to resist.

Even as she was pressed down on the bed by a strange man with the warmth of his skin on her back, she didn't feel that it was so out of place. Somehow, it felt familiar.

She felt like she was sinking into a warm embrace.

Calvin's hand caressed the scar on Belle's back, the pain in his eyes gradually intensified. His eyes reddened. Then, he touched the quilt on the bed with his other hand. It was too thin.

In one quick motion, he picked her up, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.

He held her face with both hands and leaned closer, trying to see her face clearly.

"Are you Calvin?" Belle asked in a daze. It was only when he drew closer that Belle finally saw his face clearly.

"Yes, Belle, are you finally able to recognize me?" Excitement spread across Calvin's face when he heard Belle saying his name.

"Well, I saw you on Srirano's news. It said that you're here to invest, right?" Belle remembered the news she saw on TV a few days ago. The Calvin she saw on TV looked very similar to the man in front of her. No wonder there was a sense of familiarity. She had forgotten about it!