Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 777 Force My Way In

"Steffan, there's no need to see me off. It's very late. You should head home Tristany." Belle really wasn't used to the cold weather. She was chilled to the bone. As the cold wind swept over her, she felt as if he whole body was encased in a block of ice. Even her voice was trembling as she spoke.

Steffan was about to take off his coat and give it to Belle, but after saying those words, she ran quickly into the dormitory.

It was just too cold!

She couldn't bear it anymore, not even for another minute.

Steffan stood rooted to the spot, sighing heavily as he looked at her retreating back. After a while, he returned to his car and left.

"Mr. Harvey, are you sure you want to go up and visit Madam at this late hour?" Aron had observed that Belle seemed to be in a hurry and it was already very late at night. Although Steffan and the paparazzi had left, he felt that Belle must be exhausted by now.

However, Calvin raised his eyebrows sharply. "Why not? I found my wife, so why shouldn't I go up and meet her?"

Aron had never been in love, so how could he know the pain of lovesickness? How could he understand the excitement of seeing one's lover?

Calvin had a gut feeling that if he didn't meet her today, he might not be able to meet her tomorrow either.

This same thing had happened several times. He had experienced the same feeling when he was in Fisher Town and Wullen Town. It made him anxious and jumpy.

How much longer did he have to keep on searching and snooping around?

They had lost too much precious time.

He couldn't afford to play such a game. He had to seize this one chance at happiness.

He opened the car door, braved the cold wind, and went into the dormitory.

When Belle returned to her dormitory room, she felt even colder. She hurriedly took off her dress and put on some thick pajamas. After quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth, she climbed into bed and covered herself with a quilt.

For some reason, she felt an uneasiness in the air and a sense of longing deep in her heart that seemed as if it was about to burst out. The feeling surprised her and she didn't dare to turn off the lights. She turned on the lamp on the bedside table and proceeded to stare blankly at the pink curtain.

After a while, she heard footsteps.

The footsteps were fast and heavy.

She lived on the right side of the dormitory. This side of the building housed all the single-person rooms, and those who stayed there were all female employees. The footsteps didn't sound like that of a female. Her heart began to pound, and for some reason, she was a little nervous.

It was obvious that the footsteps had stopped in front of her door.

In Srirano, she only knew one man, and that man was Steffan. However, Steffan had just left. He wouldn't have returned, right?

As she had anticipated, there came a knock on the door.

"Belle, Belle, open the door." It was an attractive male voice, but it was obviously mixed with uncontrollable excitement, as if there was a burning heat and yearning in it.

Belle became nervous.

She didn't recognize the man's voice. He must have found the wrong person. At this thought, she called out, fully alert.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Belle, Belle, it's me, Calvin Harvey." Calvin heard Belle's voice from the other side of the door and became unusually excited.

"Calvin." With the quilt still wrapped tightly around her, Belle sat up in her bed. She whispered the name to herself. It felt vaguely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

"Mr. Harvey, who exactly are you looking for?" She raised her voice, feeling a little afraid. The man outside seemed like he was barely able to restrain himself from breaking into the room. The door shook as he knocked on it over and over again.

"Belle, I've been searching for you. I never believed that you were dead, and now, I've found you." Aron told him that Belle didn't remember anything from the past, but Calvin believed that Belle would recognize him, so he said, "Belle, open the door first. Let's speak face to face."

Upon hearing this, Belle became even more terrified. According to the man's tone, he must have been desperately searching for someone, so desperate that he came to the door of another woman in the middle of the night and started acting absurdly.

But his words were full of affection and urgency, even passion. It sounded like he was looking for a woman he deeply loved.

But right now, in the middle of the night, she didn't want to think about these things. She just wanted to send him away as soon as possible so that she could go to sleep. At the moment, she was so cold that even the quilt didn't seem to offer much warmth. What's more, she was exhausted.

"Sir, you've really found the wrong person. I'm not the Belle you're searching for." Worried that he would break into the room, she answered him in a voice that was an octave higher than her original voice. Outside, Calvin was stunned. Belle didn't recognize his voice. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But then he shook his head. It was impossible. They had a special connection.

All this while, he had refused to believe that she was dead. Sure enough, she was alive and well.

It was by the grace of God that he was able to stand in front of her now.

His yearning surged like a tide at the bottom of his heart. He was determined to take her away that night.

He wouldn't allow his woman to sleep in such a shabby dormitory.

At the thought of this, he started knocking on the door with even more force.

"Belle, please open the door and look at me," he said affectionately. "I have come for you. I'm your husband."

Husband? Belle thought to herself. That was absolutely ridiculous!

She wasn't even a citizen in Srirano. How could she have gotten married to someone here?

"Sir, I said that you've found the wrong person. I'm not your wife. Please leave now. It's late. Stop pestering me or I will have to call the police!" Belle's voice became serious and impatient. Calvin's heart shattered when he heard these words from the other side of the door.

The voice clearly belonged to his Belle. Could it be that he had mistaken her for someone else?

This situation wasn't as simple as he had thought!

He had held her when she was unconscious, and her body had felt soft and familiar. How could he be wrong?

It had taken him a lot of effort to find her, but she didn't recognize him. She even refused to meet him. The pain in his heart began to grow.

What the hell is going on? Calvin wondered.

He didn't want to be separated from her any longer. They were a legally married couple and they should be together. He was a husband looking for his wife. Even if it was late at night and she was forced onto the bed, so what?

It was legal.

He wasn't going to leave this place. There were a lot of questions that he was eager to know the answer to.

"Belle, open the door first. When you open the door and look at me, you'll know that this isn't a mistake." He stopped pushing against the door and said patiently. Towards the end, he sounded as if he was almost begging.

When Belle heard this, she felt like something was amiss. Did he take her for a fool? It was late at night and he was a man. It was also obvious that he wasn't thinking straight. If she really opened the door, what would be the consequences?

"No, I won't open the door. You should leave now. I don't know you." Belle suddenly felt a little angry. This man was really unreasonable. Why was he behaving like a lunatic in front of her door in the middle of the night? What the hell?

At this point, Calvin was certain that Belle didn't know him. The situation couldn't be explained in just one or two sentences.

"Belle, if you don't open the door, I'll have to force my way in." Calvin raised his brow and spoke in a grave tone.

He had plenty of ways to deal with his own woman!

Belle was stunned when she heard this. This man was really ridiculous.

It was too much!

"I'm telling you, I won't open the door for you. Hurry up and leave, or I'll call the police," Belle threatened. "Even if I really am the person you are looking for, you have to wait until tomorrow. It's late at night, and I won't open the door. You can forget about it."

She had barely finished her sentence when the door crashed open with a loud bang.

A gust of cold wind blew in as a slender figure made its way through the door.