Go After My Ex-wife

Belle was physically exhausted, her body was covered in sweat, her cheeks glowed flushing from excitement. Calvin's hand touched the sweat all over her body, his voice was low, with a bit of sulking, "Who told you to come to my rescue? I am a man, I don't need a woman's protection."

His words were tinged with anger and he was even more distraught.

The illusion that had just risen in Belle was shattered by his words; he was so frantic and restless because he was worried that she would become dependent on him after saving him. After all, the person he loves is Lexie and they will soon be married.

"I didn't save you on purpose, I was afraid that after you were injured, you wouldn't be able to finish the design of the model and I wouldn't be able to leave Harvey Corp, also, I was more afraid that I wouldn't be able to find the two cars." With a bitter heart, Belle gritted her teeth and finished in one breath, as if she had used up all her strength, she went limp in Calvin's arms.

Calvin shuddered and lifted her head.

Her face was white.

"Tell me, what do you want with those two cars?" His eyes were dark, his tone cooled.

Belle opened her eyes and quietly stared at Calvin, silent. But her heart ached.

Calvin looked at the silent Belle, who was weakly lying in his arms, but her face was like dead ashes, but in her eyes was a lonely and resolute light. That light made him feel scared, and he didn't even understand what she was thinking!

Why was the light in her eyes so stubborn when she was obviously so weak?

Perhaps she only treated him like this, but to another man she was as gentle and affectionate as a pet, not that she didn't know how to be gentle, but just not to him.

A vague anger rushed up again in his heart.

But it was her hot back that clung to his palm, and the painful huff that her mouth tried so hard to hide made him remember the decision he had made in his mind during the day.

Even if they were not meant to be husband and wife, they should not act like enemies.

He pushed his anger down and tightened his arms around her again.

The cold sweat on the woman was growing, soaking through even her hospital gown!

He sighed, put her down and fetched a basin of hot water.

As Belle lay limply on the bed, Calvin wiped her sweat and finally brought her a set of clean clothes to change into.

Belle refused to let him change.

But Calvin laughed and joked, "I have seen any part of your body, I'm not going to eat you, it's just a change of clothes. What can I do when you are in this state, it even makes me sick." She turned her face away from him and ignored him, but she could not allow him to change her clothes, and then fell asleep in his arms.

When Belle opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

There is a ray of bright sunlight slanting in through the window, warming and gilding the ward.

The ward was no longer so cold, and Belle felt the pain in her back getting heavier and heavier, so much so that every movement she made could make her gasp for air.

Calvin is standing on the balcony on the phone.

Not long after there was a knock at the door.

Alfred walked in with a somewhat anxious demeanour.

"Speak." Calvin walked in, ordered coldly.

Alfred looked at Belle lying on the hospital bed and said in a somewhat heavy voice, "That man who committed the murder was a local resident of Q Town. Because the original rubbish incinerator was built next to his house, his family members died of cancer one after another, and some experts said that it was all related to the rubbish incinerator. In recent days, residents of Q Town have heard that the rubbish incinerator cannot be moved, can't be moved to Castle Peak, just because there's Camphor Villa there, so he blamed everything on the Harvey Group, got angry and tried to hurt you, wishing to attach the attention of government departments."

Calvin was silent, his face somewhat obscure, and waved his hand as Alfred retreated.

He lit a cigar and walked out onto the balcony. Belle watched his back, the bright sun shining on his body, and it looked forlorn.

He walked in after smoking.

"You must be hungry, I'll ask someone to bring you food. You don't go to work for the next few days." He spoke softly and with a smile on his face, completely unable to see the bit of decadence he just had. Belle felt upset, but she could not say a word.

"Thanks." A long time later, she dropped her eyes, tilted her face with a smile.

Calvin's face froze in error.

It seems that for the first time, he had seen her smile, different from the fake smile she used to put on, at least her expression is natural and real.

His lips curled. This woman finally said thank you, although it didn't seem very reluctant.

"You were injured for me, it's only natural to take care of you." Calvin had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his tone was flat, looking at the wrapped wound on Belle's back, his brows wrinkled slightly He sat down, looking into her eyes. This woman, even though she was hurt and even crying in his arms in the middle of the night, had clear and bright eyes now.

After so many years of watching her get the cold shoulder from his mother at Harvey Corp, where even the workers didn't treat her well, he deliberately left her alone, let alone intervened to take sides for her. Because of his hatred for her, he took a completely hands-off attitude and didn't even give her a penny of money, and she made it through in the end.

Her eyes were still clear, and that was most comforting to him.

"Get well, in a few days it will be grandma's birthday, I hope you can attend grandma's birthday party, grandma has always been good to you." Calvin said in a warm voice.

Belle's heart was instantly replaced by sourness, and after dropping her eyes in thought, she asked quietly, "Is Grandma well?"

"Yes." Calvin replied seriously.

Belle lowered her eyes before saying softly, "Alright, I promise you."

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled slightly, and if he remembered correctly, this was the first time in all these years that they had spoken so calmly and peacefully.

"I'm going to work first, I'll see you when I have time." Calvin glanced at his phone and stood up, smiling at her as his long legs stepped away to walk outside.

Calvin hurriedly walked away, and it was only when his slender back was no longer visible that Belle withdrew her gaze.

From time to time in the morning Calvin would send people to bring all kinds of food, fruits and such. Belle's wound was very painful and she had no appetite, so she just slept for a while.

It was 11am when she woke up again, and Belle was lazily lying on the hospital bed watching TV.

The news on the TV was all over the place about what happened yesterday in Q Town, and Belle suddenly though of something and called home.

How sad and anxious would her Mum be if she read the news? Fortunately, Marry had pushed her mother out for exercise today and didn't know about the news yet.

So she called Marry and asked her to keep the truth from her mother. Marry was so worried that she asked questions and wiped her tears, until Belle swore that nothing was wrong, then she put her heart down. Then she said with excitement, "Miss. You mother is happy today, there was a handsome gentleman, saying he was a friend of yours in America, and kept your mother company, and it was the first time had seen your mother smile so brightly."

Marry was talking with great interest over the phone, but Belle listened with astonishment.

Friend in America? Who? Rhys flashed quickly before her eyes, could it be him?

The door to the room opened quietly and a man walked in, holding a large banquet of lily, the scent of the flowers immediately wafted over.

Belle immediately felt her spirits lift.

That's Belle's favourite flower.

The petals are crystal clear, spotlessly white with water droplets on it, wafting with a fragrance.

"Belle." The gentle but masculine Rhys walked in, his eyes looking deeply at her, his face full of worry and heartache, "How could something like this happen? I just saw it on the news this morning and was stunned."

As he spoke, he placed the flowers in his hands at the foot of her bed.

When Belle looked up, she saw his eyes filled with worry, warmth and concern, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

He had known the news of her accident for a long time, but he had stayed with her mother all morning, had he done it on purpose, so that her mother wouldn't know about her injury?

It's really not hard to understand why he would do such a thing, but how did he know where she lived?

As if he could see what was on her mind, Rhys smiled. "You know all about it, right? I accompanied your mother. Don't worry, I just don't want her to worry."

He said it naturally, and Belle was momentarily embarrassed to ask him how he knew her home address.

"Affected by yesterday's incident, the Harvey Corp's shares closed with several consecutive stops yesterday and the market was in a panic mood." The announcer of the financial channel on the television was broadcasting yesterday's financial news in her calm and steady voice.