Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 91

"So you don't care about me." Calvin dragged Belle back to their wedding room, slammed her down on the bed, closed the door with a bang, and said viciously, "You're a woman with a cold-blooded heart, you don't even have any half-hearted feelings for me. Did you promise Grandma to move back to Harvey Mansion just to avoid me? What exactly did Grandma tell you?"

"Calvin, nothing like that, I didn't tell Grandma anything, and he had told you what she had told be before." Belle was bitter and tried her best to clarify.

"Is that so? I guess I didn't teach you enough." The light in Calvin's bright eyes was unfriendly and he simply ignored her explanation.

How dare this woman say that she doesn't care about him? It's too insulting to him that he got disliked.

Don't care about him? Then he would make her have profound impression.

He undressed as he spoke, and Belle stared at him in shock and trembling.

Following the clothes he had removed, she clearly saw the changes in his body and she begged for mercy in fright, "Calvin, I am wrong, please let me go, okay?"

"Let you go? Do you think I'm easy to mess with?! It's too late to know that you're wrong now." Calvin sneered out, "You don't care about me, that means we're not making out too much, I'll make it up to you in the future. Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you moved out of the Grand Hyatt flat, the rules I set are still enforced, you can't escape the fate of being slept with by me. I want you now, lay down, struggling is useless."

Under his eyes was a dark light and an atmosphere of danger radiated from his body.

"Don't, Calvin, this is Harvey Mansion." Belle curled up and retreated inside the bed, the man in front of her was like a raging lion, as if he would swallow her into his belly and bite her to pieces at any moment. She was afraid!

Calvin laughed at this and jumped onto the bed like a hungry eagle swooping down on the poor chick, pinned her down, clamped her chin, and said mischievously, "So what it's the Harvey Mansion? It is my home. Don't forget that in this house you are still my wife. What is wrong with me to do anything to my wife?!"

He had a smug smile on his face, and Belle's head began to ache vaguely.

"If you bully me, I'll tell grandma." Belle was desperate and had to mention Grandma.

At this, Calvin smiled even more wickedly, “Fine, go tell Grandma, I'm going to ask her if I can't touch my wife!"

He laughed so wickedly that Belle's head hurt even more and her body shook so badly.

"Calvin, you did it on purpose, but we are divorced legally." She fought back timidly.

"That's enough." Calvin's face instantly darkened, "You've really forgotten the relationship between us now, you're now my lover, a woman I can play with at any time. You're not qualified to say no, remember your mother's illness."

"No, Lexie ......" Belle wanted to say that Lexie was right outside, that this was Harvey Mansion, that the person he was going to marry was Lexie, and that this would be wrong for her, but before her words could come out, her lips were already blocked by Calvin, and she could not say another word.

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Much later, Belle felt as sore as if her body had been run over by a wheel, her skin already soaked with sweat, she lay on the bed, closed her eyes, silent.

This guy was no ordinary animal, he wanted her like crazy, exhausted her. She lay on the bed and couldn't get up, even felt dizzy when she climbed up.

Calvin sat on the bed smoking a cigarette, satisfied, smoke rings drifting out of his mouth in bursts.

Belle choked on the smoke ring and coughed lightly, covering her nose into the blanket.

Calvin twisted his head to look at her, fell silent and put out the cigarette in his hand.

He got out of bed and opened the window, his eyes gazing out of it.

It was too uncomfortable for Belle to be covered in the blanket. The air was full of the stinky smell from the haphazardness of what had just happened and the murky air from the blanket, forcing her to stick her head out, only to feel fresh air came in from outside the window. As she got her head out, Belle was surrounded by a rush of fresh air and took a few sharp breaths.

Calvin was standing in front of the window, completely different from the man who had just vented on Belle like a beast. He was standing nobly and quietly, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Belle even had a momentary illusion that everything that had just happened to her was a dream.

But the bath towels in the room, crumpled into a mess, were so clearly present.

With such a mess, she didn't want anyone else to clean it up for them.

How bad it would be if Yanis came to clean up later and saw all these things? Her delicate relationship with Calvin was already enough to make people speculate.

It would be embarrassing to have to be seen, and her face flushed at the thought.

Bracing her weak legs, she stood up and began to gather the sheets from the bed, and she was so weak that she had a bit of a struggle to pull them off.

"Someone will clean it up, no need for you to do it." When Calvin heard the noise and twisted his head to see her straining at the sheets, her delicate body seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, he couldn't help but frown and speak.

Belle paused for just a moment before she started tugging hard at the sheets again, she wasn't going to let the servants see these things, how embarrassing it was.

Calvin stared at her as she stubbornly tugged hard at the sheets, pulling them off and then stuffing them back into the washing machine, busily tidying up the messy bed, the light in her eyes growing deeper and deeper.

She was handling them so carefully because she was afraid that people in Harvey Mansion would know about their relationship, but they were a couple, would anyone else think she was innocent?

But he didn't say a word, ‘damn woman, do what you like, I will see how much energy you can have, it's your own will.’ He walked towards the bathroom and turned on the shower head to take a shower.

When he came out a while later, Belle had already made up the room, the bed was spotlessly clean and white, and Belle, tired and sweaty, went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Calvin sat on his buttocks on the bed sheet, the white sheet stung his eyes. On his wedding night, he walked out of the bathroom, looked at the white sheet, there was nothing on it, much less the red he expected to still see, at that moment, his heart was dark.

After only a moment's weariness, he went to the wall and rang the bell.

"Hello, Young Master." Yanis walked in when she heard the bell and said hello in a low voice.

"Yanis, from now on, all the sheets in this room will be changed to red, no more white." He spoke in a cold voice.

"Yes, Young Master." Yanis was stunned to hear that, but nodded her head in agreement.

Soon, the wide soft bed was dazzling with red sheets, which made the sumptuous room look much more festive.

When Belle walked out, she saw that all the sheets he had so carefully made had been changed to red. She was stunned for a moment and seemed to remember something, her face turned pale and there was a distressful light in her eyes.

Calvin is in his study with his computer on, browsing the web, his face calm, without a touch of fatigue brought by the indulgence he just had.

When Belle walked in, he just happened to raise his head, only to meet her eyes, but a second later, he averted his eyes indifferently, and the sadness in Belle's eyes flickered.

Neither of them could forget the thorn in their hearts.

The doorbell rang and Belle opened the door to his study.

"Young Master, Miss Johnson wants to see you." Yanis stood outside, delivering the message.

Yanis' words suddenly made Belle's heart feel like it had been pricked by a needle, and she dodged to the side as Calvin stood up and walked outside.

Dead silence returned to the room.

She felt sore inside, and could only go to bed, and when she looked around the house, everything was just as it had been, it seemed that no one had come in since she had left, everything seemed to stand still until she came to live in it again.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark, and the house was deadly silent. She looked around and ran in the darkness, trying to find some light.

But no, she remained in the darkness until she was fully awake and gradually realised that this was Harvey Mansion.

Scrambling to her feet, she felt the hunger in her belly.

She got dressed and walked out of the house.

Surely it's a different world out there.

It was the same in the corridor, but as she was slowly walking out, she heard laughter that came from the living room downstairs. The laughter was from Paige and Lexie, Lexie's laughter was deliberately flattering, and Paige's was from her heart.

Belle hesitated and still walked down, because she had to go down to the living room if she wanted to go out.

The laughter in the room stopped when she appeared at the top of the stairs.

She forced herself to walk down and tried to go to the kitchen to ask if there was anything else to eat.

Apparently they had already eaten. Harvey Mansion was always on time for meals, and now that it was this hour, there must be no food left, and as usual, no one would come to call her to dinner.