Go After My Ex-wife

"Calvin, I'll say it again, I didn't do anything to hurt you or your father. I don't know what happened on that day. And it wasn't my intention to marry you, that was Grandma's intention, and if that hurt you, I can only say I'm sorry! But you're not the only one who's been hurt, am I not?" The corners of Belle's mouth carried an icy smile, biting her red lips.

When she spoke sadly, she broke down in tears, her shoulders shaking, her eyes full of stubborn light.

How could she admit to something she hadn't done? She really didn't mean to do what happened three years ago, she had no idea what was going on!

"Okay, okay, blame me for talking too much." Calvin saw that she was emotional and remembered Dr. Clarke's words, he only had to nod his head and say, "I've said it's in the past, from now on let's not mention it. Come and have some food."

Calvin's heart was overwhelmed with annoyance, he really didn't want to mention those damned past again!

He picked up the porridge again and said seriously, "From now on you must do as you are told and start eating, say it, whether you want me to feed you or open your mouth yourself."

His words were no longer negotiable.

Belle was silent.

Calvin's patience was worn to the breaking point as he picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful into his mouth and was about to bring it towards Belle's mouth again, he heard Belle weakly say in time. "I'll eat it myself."

Calvin smiled, the corners of his mouth curved up in a nice arc!

"I'll take a spoon and eat it myself." Belle was stubborn.

When Calvin saw that she was willing to eat, he was happy. Seeing that she could not move her right hand easily, but her left hand was fine, and fearing that she would get emotional, he went along with her. He gently picked her up in his arms, pulled the cushion on the bed and put the porridge on it.

"Stubborn." Calvin grunted out softly in dissatisfaction beside her, forcing her to drink some more soup before he would give up.

After finishing his meal, Calvin put his things away and when he turned around and found Belle trying to get up, he asked in shock, "What are you doing?"

Belle did not reply to him.

"Don't move, do as you're told, I'll wipe your body later." Calvin frowned and actually coaxed her.

"I need to go to the toilet." Belle blushed and mumbled.

Calvin froze and suddenly burst out laughing. He came over, extending his arms to pick her up.

Belle was lying in his warm arms, and as soon as Calvin touched her body, a long-lost suppressed desire slowly rose up inside him, and he couldn't help but swallow and blush.

Gently laying her down on the floor, he circled her with one hand, uncovered the toilet cover with the other, and then was about to help her take off her trousers. Belle stopped him, her face flushed. "Get out." She whispered with a red face.

Calvin was stunned and thought of something, full of bad smiles, he came up to her ear and said with a teasing smile, "I know every part of you!"

Belle was so ashamed and anxious that she rolled her eyes at him.

Calvin didn't care about her, helped her out of her trousers and pressed her against the toilet.

Belle's face was red with shame and she said in an uncharitable manner, "I can't poop if you don't go out."

"I'm not looking at you, okay?" Calvin turned his face sideways.

"No." Belle replied gravely and seriously, "Does it smell good?"

Damn woman, I am worried that you would fall down? Calvin grunted coldly in his belly and walked out.

He went to the shower room and got a large basin of warm water out and put it in front of the bed. When he heard a noise behind him, he turned and saw that Belle was holding the wall and moving slowly. "Don't move, why didn't you call me?" He yelled out in displeasure as he walked over and lifted her into the air, walking her over to the bed and placing her gently on it.

Bending low to wring out the towel, he stood up and wiped her body.

"You can't take a bath for the next two days, can't get water on your wounds." As he wiped her body, he explained. Women love cleanliness, and he was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it. He wiped gently and delicately, especially when he reached the red and swollen wounds, his hands moved gently.

Warmth slowly fled through Belle's heart.

This guy was actually quite attentive and gentle when it came to taking care of people, which was incredibly surprising.

After wiping her body, Calvin went to the shower room and took a shower before coming over and forcing Belle to eat some fruit. After that he sat on the sofa, and began to work.

It was a quiet evening in early autumn.

Belle lay quietly, thinking about what he had said today and his attentive care, her mind heavy with thoughts.

'Even if we can't be husband and wife, it's good to be friends' were his words, but, could they ever be friends again?

If it is destined to be fruitless, why think about it any more?

She closed her eyes, and when she woke up again in a daze, she was still sleeping in that warm embrace, his large palm on her back, holding her up so she wouldn't roll over to press on the wound. Her mind has never been more at peace and soon she drifted back to sleep.

For the next two days, Calvin really took care of her personally, proctoring her to eat, drink her medicine and cubilose. What he brought in, Belle had to finish, otherwise he would make Belle eat it in his own way.

Knowing that she could not refuse, Belle meekly took them.

The wounds are gradually scabbing over and she is well enough to walk on the ground.

When the third night came, Calvin had to go out on some business, so he personally saw that she ate her meal, drank cubilose and medicinal, and forced her to eat fruit before he went out.

After calling her mother, Belle went out for a walk.

The building where her ward is located is the most luxurious in the whole hospital, in the quietest, most central part of the hospital, quiet and peaceful.

There were only a few wards on the whole floor, and the patients in each ward stayed in their own rooms. The corridor was empty, and Belle did not dare to go far, fearing that Calvin would anxious when he returned and could not find her, so she just walked around the corridor.

In the long corridor, the air mixed with the fragrance of magnolia and the faint scent of chrysanthemums.

She exhaled, her mind at ease, and walked slowly.

She soon reached the last suite in the corridor and thought he had reached the end, but instead she saw a long corridor stretching to the right, with an oversized ward.

She felt peculiar, this corridor was red carpeted and warm, and it seemed that the suite was of a very high class.

Outside the window in front of the corridor are tall magnolia trees, which are so tall and thick that they extend their branches into the corridor window.

It is very windy here at night and if you are not careful, you can crush the magnolia in full bloom when close the window.

With a slight smile, she walked over and reached over to help the branches out of the window and closed it quietly, looking up at the large suite as she turned back around.

It is a secluded setting, not only the carpets but even the windows are plastered in warm red, and the corridor lights are hazily warm, making it a truly rare ward.

The curtains of the ward were green and the door of the suite was closed. Belle did not know who was inside the ward. But it must be a rich person to live such an advanced ward. She stood by the widow and watched the scene outside, when she got tired, she walked back slowly.

"It's been so many years since he was in a coma and he hasn't gotten a bit better, it's really a pity." A nurse's voice came from the back. Belle was surprised and looked at the voice, only to find that this ward had a special medical room with nurses taking turns to watch over it.

"That's right, it's no use being rich and powerful, it's better to be healthy." Another nurse chimed in.

Belle's body instantly went cold, a strange feeling of sadness rose up from the bottom of her heart, like something gripping her heart, pulling it painfully. Knowing full well that they were talking about someone else who had nothing to do with her, she still felt an overwhelming pain.

She hurriedly walked back towards her ward, feeling a shiver run down her back, as if there were eyes watching her from behind.

"Belle." While Belle was wandering in mind, Lottie's voice was heard.

Belle looked up and met Lottie's eyes looking at her.

After Lottie had called her today to scold her, Lottie had made an appointment to come and see her this evening.

Belle completely forgot about it, rubbed her head and gave her a goofy smile.

"Belle, you're such a fool, show me how badly you've been hurt." Lottie helped Belle struggle into the ward, and the cupped Belle's face, looking her up and down, "Tsk, how thin you've become, there's only one woman like you in the world who's willing to take the knife for that bastard."

Lottie said, while uncovering her back, and insisted on seeing Belle's injuries. Belle had no choice but to allow her to do so.