Go After My Ex-wife

"Mr. Harvey, the patient has lost too much blood and is weak, so he needs a blood transfusion." Dr. Clarke was secretly alarmed when he saw Calvin, whose eyes were scarlet and his face was twisted with pain.

Calvin, who is rumoured to be surrounded by beautiful women, will soon be married to Lexie, one of the most beautiful women in A City. A few days ago, he was even photographed by the media inviting Lexie's parents to dinner to discuss marriage matters.

He was so concerned about Belle, is it really just because she saved his life? Or was it simply this woman his ex-wife that he was in love with?

He was surprised but did not dare to speculate too much, as this is after all a personal matter.

The private affairs of successful people are inherently mysterious, and as a doctor, it is not in the doctor's professional ethics to speculate on such frivolous gossip.

But he could also see from this that the woman in the hospital bed was important to him.

"Give her my blood." Calvin roared, rolling up his sleeves.

"No." Dr. Clarke said quietly, "The hospital has rules that all blood has to be taken from the blood bank, not directly from people. I just want to say that the patient's family must be told that the patient needs a blood transfusion." Having said that, he hurriedly ordered the nurse to fetch the blood.

The pain in his heart instantly spread to all his limbs as he sat down, his hands tangled in his thick hair.

If something did happen to her, would he have peace of mind in this life?

Didn't he say that he will get along with her? Why do they still have to fight?

He now understood the source of that pain deep inside him, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had to.

He actually cares about her!

Blood was gradually transfused into Belle's body, and the fever-reducing injection was given.

Soon the blush on Belle's face faded and took on an unusual white colour, frightening.

Calvin sat in front of the bed, gazing at her face, stroking her hand and closing his eyes.

He kept watch over her and forgot to eat.

Sitting dumbfounded for who knows how long, he fell asleep on her bed.

Awakened by the sound of a soft grunt of pain in the bed!

He lifted his head.

Belle was staring blankly at the ceiling with her eyes open and her eyebrows frowned, probably because of the pain, and she was grunting softly through clenched teeth. "You woke up." Calvin asked in surprise.

Belle gazed at him steadily.

She seemed to be remembering something, looking through his heart.

Calvin felt an inexplicable panic, he dared not look into her eyes, that would make him fall in any moment, and he felt a pang of guilt.

After a moment, the clear light in her eyes faded, slowly cloaked in a layer of frost, until the light that shot out was cold and icy.

She turned her head away from him and stopped looking at him, coldly.

Calvin knew that she had woken up from her coma, remembering what had happened in the morning and remembering his cruelty.

She hates him.

He took the precious cubilose from the bed and gently held her body, slightly cradling her head, and whispered in her ear, "Your body is too weak, drink some cubilose." Belle's eyes were cold, like a wooden man, she did not pay attention him.

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled slightly.

Wrapping his arms around her, he breathed into her ear, "Are you going to open your mouth on your own, or do I have to feed you?"

Belle's ears itched uncomfortably and she twisted her head away, saying coldly, "Get lost, I want to rest, I don't want you here pretending to be a good person."

"How do you know I'm pretending to be a good person, I sincerely hope you get better soon. Don't forget the contract we signed, I still have a lot of things to do, I still need your cooperation, and until I finish the design, I'm going to personally supervise you, eat and sleep with you." Calvin's voice was somewhat evil and domineering, but his tone was gentle.

Belle had adapted to his moodiness and was not about to answer him.

Calvin gazed at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he lifted the cubilose, took a large sip and wrenched her small face and pressed it against her dry red lips.

The lubricated cubilose liquid on the edge of his mouth moistened her lips, sticky. He gently bit her lips. Belle's mind suddenly flashed to the image of him and Lexie kissing, so she felt a violent revulsion, before she had time to resist, he actually pinched her nose.

Her breath caught, her lips opened and the warm, slippery liquid all went into her mouth, mixed with his saliva.

"That's more like it!" Calvin was satisfied to see Belle to eat the cubilose and laughed out, "Do you want me to feed you like this or do you want to open your mouth yourself?"

He asked with a smirk, but his tone was not at all one of negotiation, but of blackmail.

Belle knew she couldn't fight this strong and fit reckless man. He was arrogant, and determined to have her eat the cubilose!

Any time it was easy for him to control her, and her resistance was worthless.

She glanced at him, opening her mouth.

"Good." Satisfied, Calvin laughed out loud and picked up the cubilose and fed it into her mouth, not feeling at ease until he saw her swallow it all.

"That's more like a woman." Calvin put on a wicked grin.

Belle stared dryly, helpless.

After drinking a bowl of cubilose, she felt a little more energy in her body. She ignored him, turning her face to the side and dozing, saying softly, "Go back, I can stay here by myself, I don't need you to take care of me."

"If I hadn't rushed over this afternoon, what would you have been like?" The sulk in Calvin's eyes built up again, "Wouldn't you call the nurse yourself if you weren't feeling well?"

Belle only felt a stifling anger clogging up her heart, and it ran through her body and up to her head. Damn, she heard him yell in her own ears to the nurses outside, "Don't you ever care about that bitch again, leave her to her own devices."

She doesn't want to her to play the good guy now.

"What's wrong with you again?" Calvin saw that Belle's face had started to flush weakly again, cold sweat was running down her forehead, her shoulders were shaking, her chest was heaving violently, and there was a slight panic in his heart, so put her hand on her forehead and rang the call bell at the bedside.

Shortly afterwards Dr. Clarke and the nurses came over and worked busily for a while.

"Mr. Harvey, now that the patient is weak, it is not advisable to get too emotional, this is not conducive to her recovery." Dr. Clarke invited Calvin to the side and said softly.

Calvin froze, a hint of shame flashed in his eyes, but he cursed hatefully, "Damn woman."

Dr. Clarke shook his head as he watched Calvin run impatiently to Belle's bed and look at her nervously after he finished this sentence.

"Have some more pork congee." After making sure she was okay, Calvin sat down in front of the bed, uncovered the steaming pork porridge and ordered dominantly.

Belle's eyes were closed, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Calvin leaned down and gazed at her, the flush on her face had not completely faded, her eyes were tightly closed, but her long eyelashes were twitching slightly, she did not look like she was asleep at all, so he could not help but feel amused in his heart.

"Don't pretend to sleep, I'm going to personally proctor you for the next few days, from now on you must follow my instructions. Hurry up and eat, cooperate with the doctors, I want you to get better as soon as possible." He came up to her ear and used a commanding tone.

After saying that, he surveyed her again and saw that she just closed her eyes and didn't answer him at all, there was a hint of chagrin, "Don't be ungrateful, you are the only woman in this world who can be personally taken care of by me, my patience is limited."

He spoke loudly, as if it was already a great gift for him to come and take care of Belle, and that she should be graceful.

"Then please go, I don't need you to take care of me, saving you was my own doing, it has nothing to do with you at all." Belle's eyes were closed, her voice weak but firm. "You......" Calvin almost jumped up at her words, the anger he tried to suppress in his heart was ignited again. Seeing Belle lying softly on the bed, he pressed down his anger.

"Belle, why do you have to be so stubborn? Shouldn't a woman be more pliable?" He suppressed his anger, cleared his throat and said with difficulty, "I've thought about it these days, no matter what grudges we had in the past, we should learn to let go. Even if we can be a couple, it is still good that we are friends, why should we be cold to each other? I have decided that no matter what you had done, or what damage you had brought to my father, I will leave it all behind. After all, we are still young and we have a long road ahead of us, so why hold on to the past? Don't worry, as long as you stay in the company, I will never treat you badly. If you insist on leaving the company, I won't force you to stay, but you should still abide by the contract, and that contract is only for one year, just like all the staff in the company, which is not too much and is also the company's rule."

Calvin's eyes were deep and his tone was gentle and calm.

It was so exhausting, he had been in a state of disarray since she appeared before him, his life was in shambles and he really needed to calm down.

He had warned himself not to mess with her, for this woman was already affecting his life and he was about to marry Lexie, they should both have their own lives, but he just couldn't help but want to be entangled with her.

He couldn't figure out what was going on himself.