Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 52

"Is that what you're going to say to me?" Belle looked at him skeptically.

"Get me a glass of water first, will you?" Calvin begged aloud as he lay on his back and loosened the tie around his neck, his mouth dry.

His face was flushed because of the alcohol. It seemed that he had a bad time. Thinking of the night of his wedding, he seemed to be even drunker than this, Belle’s heart was so full of thoughts, but in the end she went and poured a cup of warm water.

"Here." She stepped closer, "Get up and drink it."

Calvin sat up and took the cup of water, tilting his head back to drink. As Belle was about to leave, he circled his arms around her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He sprayed his breath full of alcohol on her neck, scaring her into wailing.

"Belle, are you afraid of me?" He grinned roguishly.

Belle pushed him hard, but suddenly she let out a shriek and was picked up by him and lowered onto the bed.

"Now you can't run away!" He was so proud of himself that he rolled over and was about to pounce on her.

Hey, drunken maniac, don't!

Belle's eyes widened in fear and she was about to cry out, but in the next second, the strong smell of alcoholic quickly filled the room, pungent and unpleasant.

Calvin had vomited on the bed!

Belle cried out in agony and was about to get up, but he threw up again.

The smell of alcohol, stomach acid and the food he had eaten was so unpleasant as he vomited all over the bed and Belle's body.

This bed is completely ruined.

Belle hurriedly ran off the bed to get a plastic bag to catch his vomit, but saw that he had already finished vomiting and fell back on the bed, snoring.

His body and bed were covered in filthy vomit and the bedroom was a mess.

Belle could no longer sleep.

She had to clean up the room, wipe Calvin's body and change his clothes, until late at night.

Calvin was already sleeping like a pig.

It took her a long time to get the room cleaned, so she went to take a shower and finally fell asleep on the sofa with the blanket. She was too tired, and as she fell on the sofa, she fell into sound sleep.

When Calvin woke up, it was already in the morning and he felt a terrible pain in his stomach. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in Belle’s room, it occurred to him that he had vomited over Belle last night before he felt asleep.

Where was she?

He had slept in her bed, so where had she gone?

He walked out, only to see that there was no one in the large living room, wondering if Belle had been left out of anger. She's always been so petty, and when she gets angry, she acts inexplicably.

As he was worried, he heard a noise in the kitchen.

As he approached, he saw the kitchen steaming and Belle was standing in an apron in front of a steaming pot, carefully stirring something.

"You are awake." Belle spoke lightly.

Calvin froze, couldn't help but smile slightly as he stepped closer.

"This is good." Raising his eyes, he saw in the casserole was boiling porridge with tender green leaves floating on top, and felt happy about it.

"Did I say this was for you?" Belle stifled a laugh and gave him a blank look.

"Who do you cook it for?" Calvin ignored her snub, smiled wickedly and reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

Belle smacked his hand away, "Go out and wait, it will be ready soon."

A smile pulled out of the corner of Calvin's mouth and he obediently sat down in the living room, taking a copy of today's newspaper and reading it.

The press conference held by Harvey Corp last night was widely reported in the newspaper, and the headline on the front page had a prominent place for Belle in a dress introducing the car model she designed to the world's wealthy businessmen.

It seemed that overnight, Belle became famous. Her car designs were featured in many magazines and even major print advertisements, and her beautiful and dignified appearance in a long white orchid dress with long hair was featured in all the news videos.

"Go and fill it yourself." Belle had understood what he meant. He never needed to fill his own rice when he ate in Harvey Mansion, the workers standing by would refill it for him in time. It was polite enough that he pushed the bowl to her today, but Belle ignored him, gave him a blank look and sat still.

"No, you have to go, I'm the boss, you have to do as I told." Calvin insisted.

"It's not working hours, why should I do as you told?" Belle resisted.

"This is your job these days, your task at work these days is to serve me, now there is nothing else to do for the time being, just serve me well." Calvin put on a wicked smile.

"No, I'm in the design department, not a nanny." Belle protested strongly. She was so busy these days, she was exhausted, now after the work had been done, she could have some free time, why should she take care of him?

"Since you won't give me any more food, then forget it, I am done eating." When Calvin saw that Belle was unmoved, he simply put down the spoon and stood up to leave.

He really stood up to leave, clearly angry with her. Belle secretly screamed bitter, this guy's nature is really like a child, capricious, thinking that she has worked so hard to cook for him, if he does not eat, it will only be wasted.

She jerked up and took his bowl

Calvin heard the noise, glanced at her picking up his bowl through the corner of his eyes, and with a smug smile, he sat back down again.

"Here you go." Belle scooped up a bowl of porridge and brought it over and reluctantly placed it in front of him.

"Good girl!" Calvin picked up the bowl and drank it up in a big gulp, while Belle pulled a face and pouted, uncomfortable in her heart.

"Say it, what do you want?" He finished his porridge, wiped his mouth with a tissue before he asked.

Belle was actually dressed in a very casual and simple way. She could not see anything of value on her body, those valuable jewels and diamonds were not even related to her, not even a ring on her hand, but her temperament was outstanding. Even without these things to dress up, she could still attract men's eyes.

Calvin even felt that her casualness and lack of deliberate dressing was pretending to be innocent and gaining men's sympathy.

Is there any woman in this world who does not love jewellery?

Is it not greed and vanity for her to condescend to marry into the Harvey family, unwilling to divorce even after all the humiliation? She had not seen him for three years, and the first day she found him again, she sold herself and demanded a huge sum of money, was this not greed for money?

"I've already said that it's not needed." However, Belle frowned and reiterated again with a look of impatience.

She was already rich now and really didn't need anything from him. For the car models she designed for Harvey Corp this time, according to the agreement, she would also get a substantial commission, and she would be less likely to accept his gifts freely.