Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 165

Calvin took off his overcoat, shook the snowflakes off his body and sat down calmly in the chair opposite him.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson." He nodded politely, behaving with courtesy and decorum, speaking with a certainty.

The waiter immediately brought two plates of steaks, poured with a fine scarlet liquid, and the aroma of red wine and steak wafted through the air with a lingering fragrance.

Tristan was elegantly cutting his steak with a smile on his face, "Calvin, you're very busy, aren't you? It's not right to call you here when you are busy."

He forked up a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly and smiling slightly.

"No, it's an honour for me that you asked me out." Calvin sliced the steak skillfully, and with a very polite smile, forked up a piece of steak and put it into his mouth, tasting it delicately.

The heating in the private room is on full blast.

A glass of red wine fell into his mouth. Tristan took off his suit, loosened the tie on his white shirt with his hand, lifted the scarlet liquid in front of him and gave it a gentle shake, the liquid swayed slightly as he slowly raised his glass.

"Here, Calvin, I'll toast you." He spoke warmly and with a calm face.

Calvin slowly put down the fork in his hand, and lifted the glass with a slight smile, "Mr. Johnson, cheers."

When these words were spoken, Calvin's face did not change, and he was even generous and self-effacing.

A dark light flashed in Tristan's eyes.

That night, in the living room of Harvey Mansion, he held him in high esteem, as if he didn't deserve his daughter, and today he wants to level the playing field, what does that even mean?

Although his heart was in turmoil, he did not change his face, but wanted to see what he could do.

So far, having slept with his daughter, there is no hint of humility or guilt, but rather a face full of confidence, which does not look ostentatious, but which does not fit in with the current atmosphere.

Tristan thought that the expression on his face meant one of two things, either he intended to marry Lexie, or he was demonstrating to him that he did not care about his status, or that he was not afraid of his pressure.

Tristan still couldn't figure out at this point which one it was.

The fact is, if a man doesn't love a woman, he wouldn't need to sleep with her. And Lexie was his daughter. The man would have thought through the stakes and would not have been foolish enough to get into this trouble.

He narrowed his eyes at the thought.

‘You've slept with my daughter and if you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I won't spare you!’

The two picked up their glasses at the same time and clinked them against each other. The sound of the clashing glasses radiated an echo in the compartment, and the warm air seemed to be iced over, shattered by the clink, spilling cold air all over the air.

After the red wine had gone down, neither of them said what was on their minds, just something about the weather that was irrelevant.

There was no waiter in the private room, Tristan had just come in and sent the waiter away, even if the food was served, it was only served by the manager himself. He could not reveal his daughter's pregnancy when he did not yet know what was in Calvin's mind, that would ruin his daughter's reputation.

Calvin stood up again and poured him a drink, and Tristan was not modest. On such occasions, the momentum had to prevail.

Both had a few more drinks, their faces flushed.

Tristan does not volunteer to clarify.

Calvin then pretended to be deaf and mute.

Half a bottle of red wine was drunk, but the business was not even mentioned.

Gradually, Tristan had a bad feeling about this.

It seems that his attitude still hasn't changed!

It is unbearable.

His daughter is pregnant!

It would be remiss of him as a father not to mention it again.

What's more, he was an officer, so he would know what was at stake, so Calvin told him the original story honestly, expecting him to understand what he meant.

He really didn't have any bad intentions.

However, this time, Tristan did not think that way at all.

After all, Lexie was his only daughter, and such a matter could not be taken lightly at all. Calvin's words had enraged him completely.

"Calvin, I've always respected you, and I didn't object to my daughter dating you, but I never thought that what you did would be too disappointing to me." Tristan said with anger, "I don't care what excuse you have for sleeping with my daughter, and how you want to abandon my daughter, but I only have one daughter, and I will not let her be harmed at all."

Tristan narrowed his eyes when he said this in a stern voice, "If you are a man, you should take responsibility, since you have the ability to knock my daughter up, you should have the ability to bear the consequences. Don't give me any more excuses, even if you were drugged, it was still you who slept with my daughter. All I know now is that my daughter has been bullied and the man who bullied her still wants to deny it, and I tell you, there is no such a good thing in this world."

At this, he stood up, having long since lost his composure of a moment ago.

Calvin's heart suddenly went cold, as if he had fallen into an abyss, no longer seeing any hope.

It seems that trying to solve the problem by reasoning with this family would be a dream.

Now they wanted him to marry Lexie, regardless of how he was set up at the time.

Damn you, Martin!

Calvin clenched his fists and his eyes were cold.

He took a cigarette, lit it, and took a few deep puffs.

Tristan looked at this silent young man and was surprised.

This man was discussing marriage with the family some time ago, but now he was so reluctant to marry his daughter. Is it just because of his ex-wife?

His daughter is pregnant and it is not much of a loss to him, but he looks so reluctant, could his daughter be such an insult to him?