Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 91

"So you don't care about me." Calvin dragged Belle back to their wedding room, slammed her down on the bed, closed the door with a bang, and said viciously, "You're a woman with a cold-blooded heart, you don't even have any half-hearted feelings for me. Did you promise Grandma to move back to Harvey Mansion just to avoid me? What exactly did Grandma tell you?"

"Calvin, nothing like that, I didn't tell Grandma anything, and he had told you what she had told be before." Belle was bitter and tried her best to clarify.

"Is that so? I guess I didn't teach you enough." The light in Calvin's bright eyes was unfriendly and he simply ignored her explanation.

How dare this woman say that she doesn't care about him? It's too insulting to him that he got disliked.

Don't care about him? Then he would make her have profound impression.

He undressed as he spoke, and Belle stared at him in shock and trembling.

Following the clothes he had removed, she clearly saw the changes in his body and she begged for mercy in fright, "Calvin, I am wrong, please let me go, okay?"

"Let you go? Do you think I'm easy to mess with?! It's too late to know that you're wrong now." Calvin sneered out, "You don't care about me, that means we're not making out too much, I'll make it up to you in the future. Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you moved out of the Grand Hyatt flat, the rules I set are still enforced, you can't escape the fate of being slept with by me. I want you now, lay down, struggling is useless."

Under his eyes was a dark light and an atmosphere of danger radiated from his body.

"Don't, Calvin, this is Harvey Mansion." Belle curled up and retreated inside the bed, the man in front of her was like a raging lion, as if he would swallow her into his belly and bite her to pieces at any moment. She was afraid!

Calvin laughed at this and jumped onto the bed like a hungry eagle swooping down on the poor chick, pinned her down, clamped her chin, and said mischievously, "So what it's the Harvey Mansion? It is my home. Don't forget that in this house you are still my wife. What is wrong with me to do anything to my wife?!"

He had a smug smile on his face, and Belle's head began to ache vaguely.

"If you bully me, I'll tell grandma." Belle was desperate and had to mention Grandma.

At this, Calvin smiled even more wickedly, “Fine, go tell Grandma, I'm going to ask her if I can't touch my wife!"

He laughed so wickedly that Belle's head hurt even more and her body shook so badly.

"Calvin, you did it on purpose, but we are divorced legally." She fought back timidly.

"That's enough." Calvin's face instantly darkened, "You've really forgotten the relationship between us now, you're now my lover, a woman I can play with at any time. You're not qualified to say no, remember your mother's illness."

"No, Lexie ......" Belle wanted to say that Lexie was right outside, that this was Harvey Mansion, that the person he was going to marry was Lexie, and that this would be wrong for her, but before her words could come out, her lips were already blocked by Calvin, and she could not say another word.

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Much later, Belle felt as sore as if her body had been run over by a wheel, her skin already soaked with sweat, she lay on the bed, closed her eyes, silent.

This guy was no ordinary animal, he wanted her like crazy, exhausted her. She lay on the bed and couldn't get up, even felt dizzy when she climbed up.

Calvin sat on the bed smoking a cigarette, satisfied, smoke rings drifting out of his mouth in bursts.

Belle choked on the smoke ring and coughed lightly, covering her nose into the blanket.

Calvin twisted his head to look at her, fell silent and put out the cigarette in his hand.

He got out of bed and opened the window, his eyes gazing out of it.

It was too uncomfortable for Belle to be covered in the blanket. The air was full of the stinky smell from the haphazardness of what had just happened and the murky air from the blanket, forcing her to stick her head out, only to feel fresh air came in from outside the window. As she got her head out, Belle was surrounded by a rush of fresh air and took a few sharp breaths.

Calvin was standing in front of the window, completely different from the man who had just vented on Belle like a beast. He was standing nobly and quietly, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Belle even had a momentary illusion that everything that had just happened to her was a dream.

But the bath towels in the room, crumpled into a mess, were so clearly present.

With such a mess, she didn't want anyone else to clean it up for them.

How bad it would be if Yanis came to clean up later and saw all these things? Her delicate relationship with Calvin was already enough to make people speculate.

It would be embarrassing to have to be seen, and her face flushed at the thought.