Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 200

"Go away, who let you in? She was furious, clenching her teeth. It seemed that she was not dreaming. Was it his hand on her belly?"

Thinking of this made her shudder.

"Belle, don't.” Calvin hugged her tightly in his arms and stroked her skin with his hands. He was nervous and excited, warm sweat on his palms as he touched her.

"I know you hate me and despise me. I know that I don't deserve your love but I really love you, believe me. Call me cruel or a jerk, I would accept everything. Just please, don't push me away, let me stay with you. You were shouting in your dream that your stomach hurts. Do you know how worried I am?” He said sincerely, exhaling deeply before reaching out to stroke her hair.

His steady breathing rang in her ears and his arms tightened around her until she could not move.

His gentle words broke her heart into a thousand pieces. All their memories in the past replayed in her mind, one by one. Her heart was stabbed by a knife, a painful torture to the whole of her body.

Did she shout in her dream that her stomach hurt?

She had been feeling a faint swelling in her stomach these past two days as if her abdomen was about to be stretched open. She was bloated but she did not dare to see a doctor. She did not know what was going on.

It must have been his hand on his belly that caressed her which made her have the nightmare.

"Why was it a nightmare? It was his child, why did she dream of that? It was horrible."

Calvin took her hand and gave it a squeeze as her familiar scent filled his nostrils. At this moment, his heart found peace. Even though he could feel her trembling in his arms, seemingly unwilling, he did not want to let her go. It did not matter if she had scolded or hit him, he would be fine.

He had never felt that he ever begged someone so humbly before but he was willing to do it for Belle.

Belle's eyes stared helplessly into the darkness.

The door lock must be changed tomorrow, she thought.

She had no energy to resist the strong man and her struggles were of no use.

"If you don't want me to hate you more or make me feel sick, please get out of here. " Belle bit her lips in his arms and said bitterly.

She would not allow herself to fall for the same trick again. She would never be touched by his gentle and tender acts after she was cheated on once, let alone be moved by his affection.

She laid straight, her body stiffening under his touch.

"Belle, don't be like this. Trust me." Calvin was mortified by her indifference as if she was pushing him into a dark abyss. His heart would never be at peace.

This feeling was awful.

Taking a deep breath, he flipped her over to face him.

He placed his hands on her pliant waist.

The cotton fabric of her pajamas was soft. It gave a comfortable touch but he felt the stiff muscles under the clothes. It was all tension without a trace of heat.

His heart ached knowing that she was paining inside.

He craved to keep her tightly in his arms like this for fear of her disappearing. He just wanted to stay this way for a while, to hold her for just a short while. This was him being selfish, this was his greed.

As if unwilling to lose her, he began to kiss her as his hands slipped under her clothes.

He worshipped her with passionate kisses. He kissed her, slowly moving downwards, hoping that he would keep her heart this way. In the past, as long as he overpowered her like this, she would listen obediently like a kitten.

He had still hoped for it, not wanting her heart to grow further from him.

The kiss deepened and he began panting heavily.

His large palms caressed her waist until her stiff body eventually softened up, taking on a trace of warmth. Only then did he slow down with his adamant kisses on her lips, letting them go. His lips trailed along her neck all the way to her chest. Lingering at the area and savoring her for a long time, his hand rubbed her inner thigh before sliding down. When he reached the thin piece of fabric, he paused. His blood was boiling.

He simply stopped before it could go any further. He tried to calm down his heavy breathing, then moved his hand to her belly. He stroked it lightly and asked in a low voice, "Does your stomach still hurt?”

She yelled about having a stomach ache in her dream. It was not fake, he heard the pain in her words and he did not want to hurt her anymore. He suppressed his feelings and asked her gently.

If it had been in the past, Belle would be full of joy, but not at present.

She closed her eyes, not an answer from her. She was still lying as straight as a log.

"You should always keep warm since women often have stomach aches. Otherwise, it would be tough when you give birth," he spoke softly, his voice soft as honey.

Belle shuddered when she heard the latter half of his sentence. Her body was already about to relax before tensing up again.

Did he like children? Currently, Lexie was pregnant with his child; he's happy, wasn't he?

What about the child in her womb?

She remained silent. With her back toward him, she laid lifeless like a corpse. She did not want to care about him.

"Belle, I know you hate me. Please give me time, I will solve all of this. Would you support me?" He pulled out his arms and just hugged her tightly.

It appeared like he would not want her that day.

That was great.

Belle breathed out a sigh of relief.

If he forcefully wanted her, she would not be able to stop him. She had decided that she would give in to him one last time. They would not have chances like this again and she had once loved him so deeply. It would not matter had he wanted her at this moment.

As long as she did not surrender her heart to him, it was enough.

Her mind gradually became crystal clear. She had lost all her happiness, even ruining her own life for him.

She gave away her life, reputation, body and heart. In the end, it had come to this.

What about Calvin? She did not know whether he had truly loved her as she did for him. She no longer wished to know.

Any resistance was a waste of time, hence she relaxed and went to sleep.

Why did she bother with things that were set in stone? If he had wanted it, have it he shall. However, Belle had made the decision. Starting from the next day, she would not let this situation continue.

At least, she must protect herself first.

Calvin's slender fingers ran through her hair. The woman in his arms did not react at all nor did she make any effort to resist. His heart felt sour, a bitter smile visible at the corner of his mouth. He started tearing up.

Belle hated him. She hated him with extreme distrust.

He figured that she must have given up on him entirely. She was completely disappointed in him!

A deep sense of frustration and defeat welled up in him. When did his life plunge so badly until he became this pathetic mess? He could not protect his beloved, let alone do anything about the current situation. How could he get out of this disaster?

Calvin thought in anguish.