Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 42 Feeling Wronged

“Lexie, why did you call at this late hour?” He asked in an impatient voice, for a woman who pestered

him all the time, he felt annoyed.

“Calvin, I have not seen you for days. I miss you, I want to go to you.” Lexie pouted, speaking in a

sweet voice.

Calvin frowned, found that her voice was annoying, and he yawned.

“Lexie, it is late now, you should go to bed. I will take you out in a few days.” Calvin answered.

“Calvin, what are you doing these days? Mum and I went to see the wedding dress, they are so pretty

and suits me. Can you come, I can take you there.” Lexie said with an exciting voice.

Calvin was stunned. as if a bucket of cold water was poured from his head. The fiery desire inside his

body was completely extinguished.

His dream was cut off, and it was cruel and sharp.

In the dark night, the cold wind was piercing straight into his neck. He stood in a daze, and his eyes

were dark and deep like a well.

Belle was lying on the bed. After Calvin left, the temperature seemed to drop. It was so cold that she

hated it.

She didn't like this feeling at all.

He stood on the balcony, making a phone call. He lowered his head from time to time, as if he felt guilty

and uneasy.

Belle's heart went sour and filled with bitterness.

She knew it must be Lexi on the phone.

And he was now saying love words with her.

She felt her stomach churning and it came up her throat. She felt sick.

A moment ago, he was in bed with her, but now, he was saying love words with another woman, or tell

lies to please her.

It was a disgusting feelings.

Belle’s fantasy was gone at this moment.

She only feels cold all over her body.

As Calvin walked in, a cold wind came in through the door.

Belle closed her eyes in asleep.

Calvin put down his phone and uncovered the quilt.

But the quilt was grabbed tightly by Belle.

“What's wrong?” He was displeased. She was obviously resisting him.

"You should go,” Belle opened her eyes and said coldly, “You shouldn't be here with me.”

Her attitude was cold, and her tone was colder.

Calvin looked at her cold and determined face. There was no trace of blush on her face, it was even a

little pale. Her eyes were cold, without any warmth. When she looked at him, there was a hint of

disgust.

A feeling of shame and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and his face was flushed with anger.

He personally took care of her, but she did not appreciate him.

He put everything behind just to stay with her. However, she gave him the cold shoulder.

"Don't think that just because you saved me, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, it's my

duty to accompany you now to return you the favor.” Calvin was annoyed and his voice became cold.

It was as she had expected.

He came to take care of her just because he didn't want to owe her any favor. He just did not want her

to pester him, taking the excuse that she had save him.

Hearing that, she felt helpless.

“No need, you don’t win me anything. I destroyed your love, and taking this would as compensation for

you. Go now.” Belle’s voice was determined.

Calvin felt the flame of anger rushed into his head, he picked up his suit and uttered in a cold voice,

“That is what you asked for, don’t blame me for being heartless.”

He rushed out and slammed the door closed.

Belle's heart was smashed to pieces by the heavy slam of the door. She felt a heart-wrenching pain

inside of her.

She clenched her teeth.

He had his own lover, so she shouldn't force him to stay with her just because she had saved him. She

did not want to feel as if she was trying to take him away using scheming means.

"Calvin, you don't love me because you're a blind.

She didn't need his charity!

His footsteps gradually faded away until there was no sound left. All that was left were emptiness and

loneliness.

He left to find Lexie, but what about her?

In the past few days, she forgot to ask him about the whereabouts of the two cars. Sometimes she

would think that if he really killed her father, would she really be cruel enough to get him killed.

This question had been lingering in her mind, but she did not ask, for she did not know how to deal with

the mater.

She felt desolate, sad, disappointed, and lonely.

In the darkness, she burst into tears.

Buried her head in the quilt, she sobbed so hard, allowing tears to flow.

She did not stop crying until the quilt was lift, with the scent of mint came to her nose. She stared at the

man in disbelief with her red eyes.

Calvin looked down at her with completed eyes.

"Why are you crying?” He stared at her and asked. Maybe it was because his face was still red from

the anger just now, but he held the quilt tightly. He was afraid that she would clutch tightly at it and

prevent him from getting into the bed.

"It's none of your business.” Belle was baffled. She didn't expect him to come back. She was as

embarrassed as a little girl who had done something wrong. Her eyes were shining with a fragment of

light, and there was a little expectation in it, but her face was still full of tears.

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"What on earth are you thinking about? What do you want me to do?” He looked at her as if she was a

little girl who had been wronged and had been bullied. He was frustrated. He had already exited the

door of the hospital, but suddenly, he remembered that she had a high fever in the afternoon. He was

worried and decided to turn back. When he entered the ward, he heard her sobbing under the quilt. He

opened the quilt just to see her crying pitifully and helplessly.

She kicked him out, so why was she crying.

Belle would not admit that she cried because she felt lonely after he left.

“I like crying, can I?” She sniffed.

“You...” Calvin lost his words, uncovered the quilt and lay down too.

Belle pushed him away, but Calvin grabbed her hand, and kissed down on her face, until the tears

disappeared on her face.

He was not satisfied with this kiss, and pressed on her lips. At this moment, he felt surprised that he

had pity for her in his heart.

They focused on the kiss, hugged each other tightly until they could not catch their breath.

After a long kiss, Belle was physically exhausted and panting.

Calvin held her in his arms. He didn't say anything, nor did he have more desire. He could feel that she

was weak, so he did not go further, so he hugged her tightly and fell asleep.

When Belle opened her eyes again, it was already daytime. The golden sunshine shone through the

curtains. It was so beautiful in the ward. For the first time, Belle felt that the hospital was not so terrible,

and even beautiful.

Calvin had already got up, he was not in the ward.

She slowly got up and washed up. After a night of deep sleep, she felt much better. Standing in front of

the dressing mirror, she saw that her face was unusually bright and radiant, as if there was even a

smile at the corner of her mouth.

Her body was getting better and the wound was no longer as painful. She was in a much better mood

and wanted to leave the hospital. She still had to work on the car designs. After lying in the hospital for

a few days, she came up with some ideas for a perfect design. She was inspired and wanted to draw it

out as soon as possible.

As she sat down on the bed, the door opened.

She raised her head, for she thought it was Calvin came back with breakfast.

But it was Paige and Lexie came. When the cold air of the early morning came through the door, Belle

felt cold instantly.

Her face went white.

Paige looked elegant and noble, but her eyes were sharp. And Lexie had a gloomy face.

“Mom, this shameless woman has been pestering Calvin. Calvin has not been to the company now but

stay with her here. I can’t even have a change to meet him.” Lexie accused Belle with a sad face,

holding Paige’s arms.

Paige patted her hand, “I am Calvin’s mother, I would like to see how she pester my son.”

She gave a wry smile with disdain on her face.

Leixe walked to Belle arrogantly, looking down at her condescendingly.