Go After My Ex-wife

The operation is undergoing intense resuscitation.

Calvin sat on the bench outside the operating theatre like an ice statue, the image of Belle jumping at him, pushing him out of the way and blocking the knife for him kept flashing in his mind. His expression was dull and his mind was in turmoil.

Why did she take the knife for him?

At such a dangerous moment, she rushed forward and blocked the knife for him, despite her safety, did she not know the danger? Was he worth it to her?

The door to the operating room opened and Calvin scrambled to his feet.

"How is it going? Dr. Clarke." He spoke eagerly.

Dr. Clarke took off his mask, saying in a relaxing tone, "Mr. Harvey, don't worry, the patient is out of danger. The wound is not too deep, no internal organs were hurt, she will be fine after a period of rest." "Good." Calvin sighed in relief and his tight face eased, "Dr. Clarke, heal all of her injuries at all costs, she was injured for me, I want to be responsible, please use the best medicine."

"Don't worry, Mr. Harvey." Dr. Clarke responded politely.

Not long after, the nurse pushed Belle out.

The woman lying on the hospital bed was weak like a kitten, her face and lips pale, which look so pity. She just lied there quietly, with her coldness and hostility all gone. A great pain swept through Calvin's heart, and suddenly he felt that this lifeless woman was so unpleasant, it was that woman who was angry with him lovely, who would rather have her standing in front of him, staring at him angrily and arguing with him.

All the hatred and dislike for her in his heart subsided.

He thought that when she woke up, no matter what she had done, he would no longer hate her and dislike her, and would have to get along with her. Even if they could not be husband and wife, there was no need to be enemies.

At someone, Belle struggled to open her eyes.

What she saw was white curtains, white sheets, smell of medicine came to her now, which she disliked the most!

The empty room was silent.

She struggled to get up, but the stinging pain in her back causing her to scream hoarsely.

Her lips were unbearably dry and cracked, her body was aching, and there was no one in the large room.

Where was she?

Memories slowly pull back and she remembers she was injured, she stood up to protect Calvin, and then the knife stabbed into her body.

Why did she save him?

In that moment of danger, she seemed to rush forward without even thinking, and when she saw the shiny knife stabbing his carotid artery, she instinctively rushed forward without even a moment's hesitation. She didn't want to see him die, she thought, and the unknown truth of the death of her father.

No, that doesn't seem to be the case.

She didn't want to lose him, she just wanted to see him well, even if he would lose his temper in front of her.

As she spent more and more time together these days, she found herself less and less able to leave him and less and less inclined to lose him, and she was frightened by this feeling.

No, she couldn't feel that way, there was no longer any connection between them!

He was about to marry Lexie, and Lexie was the one he loved! She has nothing to do with it!

Just like now, she was hurt for him, but he didn't even come to see her.

She lay alone in her hospital bed, opening her eyes only to see a room full of white and a terrible silence, she didn't want to feel this way, she was so afraid.

Her back burned like fire and she bit her lip as tears flowed silently.

Not a single person came to see her, much less pity her; they were all laughing at her, weren't they? She was so insolent as to save a man who didn't love her; did she think she can gain an ounce of his love by doing so?

How is this possible?

Lexie's mock cold face flashed before her eyes, and Calvin held her hand affectionately, his handsome face soaring with spirit.

When did he ever look like that when he was with her?

Why is she so stupid!

She turned her face sideways and sobbed lowly.

She would rather die like this than be lonely and sad later.

The door, at some point, quietly opened.

Calvin walked in carrying a thermos lunch box.

Just as he walked in, he heard the sound of suppressed, low sobs and his heart tightened.

She's awake!

He had never heard such a sad and weeping Belle, her sobs were suppressed, the sorrow flowed from her heart, the sobs were so forlorn, lonely and desolate.

His heart trembled as a different kind of despondent sadness came over him.

Walking slowly over to her, he gently placed the insulated lunchbox on the bed and bent down to gaze at her.

Her eyes were tightly closed, tears pouring out like water from a broken bank. She looked aggrieved.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked softly as he gently brushed the teardrops from her face.

Belle, who was crying, felt a gentle hand caress her face and heard an incredibly gentle questioning voice.

She opened her eyes, filled with confusion and disbelief.

Calvin was looking into her eyes, which was gentle, without hostility anymore.

They looked at each other, and in that moment, Belle really felt as if she was familiar with this look from a long, long time ago.

At least at this moment, she did not regret for saving him.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly again, tugging at the corner of her quilt. The room wasn't too cold, and fearing that the air conditioning would be too dry and leave her dehydrated from the blood loss, he had deliberately turned up the temperature.

Belle clenched her lips and shook her head.

"It still hurts, right? You are crying, I'm going to get the doctor." He let out a soft sigh and was about to head outside.

"It doesn't hurt." She replied softly, "No need."

Calvin stopped in his tracks, "Right, too much anesthetic is not good for your body, so bear with it. The doctor said that you have lost too much blood, you need to take some tonic, also your body is too thin, I have asked the kitchen to make some chicken soup for you. You can't eat hard food yet, but tomorrow will be fine."

Calvin said as he took the chicken soup out of the thermos and placed it on the bedside table.

"You are weak, I have asked the doctor to prescribe a series of tonic pills for you, so you can take when you are discharged from the hospital." Calvin spoke in a softvoice.

Belle looked at him somewhat dumbfounded.

Calvin, who had never taken care of anyone else before, looked a bit clumsy when he did these things, but that action was particularly warm to Belle.

When Calvin picked her up, despite the gentleness, Belle sucked in her breath and screamed out in pain.

Calvin took her into his arms, holding her back with one hand, as far away from the wound as possible, while picked up the soup spoon with the other and slowly fed it into Belle's mouth spoon by spoon. With some hot soup she was finally in better spirits and her face looked less paler.

Calvin gently put her down and made her lie on her side. After uncovering her clothes and checking her wounds, he called Dr. Clarke in and asked him again and again to make sure she was okay before reassuringly letting him go.

Belle was so dizzy for she lost too much blood, and with little energy she drifted off to sleep again.

Calvin went into the bathroom and took off his suit. Under the bright light, it was only then that he realized that the black suit was covered with dried blood, and the smell of blood permeated the bathroom. His hands were shaking!

He went out and made a phone call and shortly afterwards, his assistant Jack brought a shirt in. He went into the bathroom and took off all the clothes he was wearing, and threw them into a rubbish bag. He turned on the shower head and took a shower.

His mind was full of the events of the day.

After taking a shower, he sat on the bed and stared blankly at Belle's face, dumbfounded.

It was not until much later that he slept.

When Belle woke up in the middle of the night, she found her sleeping in a warm embrace. Afraid that she would sleep over and press the wound, he held her in a position.

His heartbeat was steady and strong, the smell of his body as familiar as before, burrowing into her nostrils, gnawing at her heart.

She thought she could not move on.

When all is calm, when all the mysteries are solved, will she be happy again?

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and she just knew she was too vulnerable and wanted to cry.

"Does it hurt?" Calvin, who had slept alertly, woke up to the sound of her nose sniffling, and hearing her low sobs, asked in a panic, his large hand gently caressing her back.

Belle's heart trembled and she buried her head into his broad chest, unable to stop her shoulders from shaking.

She thought that perhaps they would have to part in the future and never see each other again in this life, so let this moment be a long one.

Calvin touched her back and it burned.

The sobs of the woman in his arms made his mind more confused.

He lifted her head gently out of his arms and held her chin, looking straight at her, his eyes complex and deep, "Tell me, why did you save me?"

His words struck her heart, why save him? Could he understand? She was not the one he loved, and he certainly didn't care about the feeling of being willing to do anything for the one he loved. She doesn't need sympathy.

Calvin exhaled heavily and looked at her. The woman who was crying weakly just now, after hearing his question, looked so desperate, despondent and aggrieved.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently press his lips against hers, simply kissing her without any distractions.

It was the first time that Calvin had ever kissed her of his own accord, and unlike his previous demands, his kisses were so gentle, so intoxicating to her.

The air in the room stopped moving, and all that was vaguely audible and clearly discernible was their breathing.

She did not resist, letting him kiss her at first and then responding to him.

His hands rested on her back, tight and strong, and in response he kissed her deeper.

It was a long time before he let go of her.