Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 800 Calvin's Palpable Jealousy

"How did you know that I was just pretending?" Steffan sat up, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly.

A cold smile emerged from the corner of Calvin's mouth. He said slowly, "When Belle and I supported your body back to your room, you placed all of your weight on my side. A drunkard wouldn't be able to do this."

Steffan was shocked that he was able to figure this out.

"I didn't want to put my weight on her." He pursed his lips slightly, with all of the calmness and none of the embarrassment.

"Haha." Calvin chuckled. "You sure know how to be compassionate with women. It's not in vain for her to be so sincere towards you."

"Of course." Steffan said shamelessly, "I know Dory's character the best."

"Hence, you're using her gratitude and guilt towards you to hold her back?" Calvin asked as he raised an eyebrow. His expression was stern.

"Hmph." Steffan let out a snort, and resumed speaking with disdain.

"Dory chose to be with you because she's aware that you are her legal husband and that she is a married woman. Period. As I said, if you have the ability to let her follow you willingly, then I won't object." Steffan thought it was explained reasonably, and he was boasting without shame.

Calvin smiled and said, "Don't worry, she will be willing to follow me. I know my own woman best." At that point, he continued to smile playfully. "You must be thinking that I will be triggered by your words and seek revenge on you, destroying your company, and then have Belle take pity on you, right? But you've underestimated me. I can destroy your company easily, but I won't do that. First of all, I won't be fooled by you. Secondly, you did save my wife's life, and I am willing to repay you. Just remember, the sole reason Melvin is able to work at your company right now is because I deliberately gave in. Oh, one more thing. Melvin's design along with Belle's will be the perfect combination. I hope they can cooperate with each other to create remarkable work. I have a way of cherishing talent and aesthetics. I hope that you can take advantage of this opportunity, for that will be beneficial to everyone. But may I add, if you go against the will of heaven, then I will not stay still."

Steffan thrust his hand into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply. He looked at Calvin with his calm eyes, already learning what the latter was thinking.

Steffan was a serious man as well. Of course, he was not scared.

The meaning behind Calvin's words was very clear. If one were to oppose him, then there would only be one consequence. Death, a miserable death.

He had never been afraid of these things. If Belle was willing to choose him, then he would not have done all of this, but...

Through the thick smoke, he asked flatly, "Are you trying to assert your dominance?"

"Whatever you say then." Calvin paced to the side of the curtain. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked indifferent. "You hold a special place in Belle's heart. You're her savior. If I hadn't appeared, then perhaps she would have regarded you as my replacement. But unfortunately, I'm here. She's my wife. No matter what you do, you can't take her away. I have this confidence."

Ever since Belle had sacrificed herself for him, she seemed to have melted into a part of his body. It had been branded into his bone marrow that would never be separated again. No one would be able to take her away from him. It was his determination to protect her.

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, revealing an expression of determination.

Steffan smoked his cigarette and didn't say anything else.

"Oh, you're awake?" When Belle came in with the glass of water, she saw Steffan smoking two cigarettes and asked in surprise.

Steffan flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand and put it out.

"Here, drink some water." Belle put the glass in front of him and said softly, "Do you have a headache? Don't get drunk without any reason next time. It's dangerous."

Upon hearing this, he looked up and smiled gently at her. "Thank you, I'm fine now."

"It's good that you're fine. You better not get drunk again," she warned softly. When she watched him obediently drink the water, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I won't do it again," he promised in a serious tone.

Calvin stood in front of the curtains, furrowing his brows. His facial features had been glazed over with a faint layer of iciness.

They were so familiar with each other that he felt a stab in his eyes and a pain in his heart.

"Mr. Yintern, since you're fine now and it's getting late, I'll take my leave with Belle." He stepped forward and held Belle's hand, his voice a bit stiff.

"Okay, I'll have to trouble you to help me send Dory back to the dormitory," Steffan said with a smile.

For the past few days, Calvin had been living together with Belle. Steffan, ever the sensitive person, had long known about it. However, he had deliberately said so.

Calvin's face twitched. Without batting an eyelid, he wrapped his arm around Belle's waist and said gently, "My wife, Mr. Yintern here isn't a three-year-old child. He knows what he should do. Let's go home first."

He deliberately emphasized the words 'go home', and then dragged Belle's hand out.

"If you have any discomfort, then call me at any time." Belle tried to dispense a couple of reminders to Steffan while being dragged away by Calvin.

"Okay." Steffan smiled at her.

Calvin's expression froze. He quickened his pace as if there was poison on the floor. He quickly took Belle's hand and left.

Belle was driving the car at a fast speed. She was in a bad mood, her speech non-existent. Calvin also lost his sense of humor. He pulled a long face, as if he was sulking.

Belle felt like the atmosphere was too suffocating, so she opened the window. The cold night wind blew on her face, sobering her up.

"Are you that worried about him? Since the moment you heard that he was drunk, you have been anxious. Now that you've left, you are still worried about him. When have you ever been this worried about me?" Calvin's voice was hard and bitter, mixed with resentment and grievance.

Belle curled the corners of her mouth and took a deep look at him from the rearview mirror. She opened her mouth to speak, but she said nothing in the end.

It was not until they came out of the car and he held her hand tightly that she felt a little less ill and at ease.

After returning to the presidential suite, he simply did not hesitate to sit on the couch, refusing to clean himself.

As Belle urged him to clean himself up, he left all the responsibility to Belle, including washing his face, washing his hands, changing his clothes, taking a bath... He claimed that he couldn't see with his bad vision, so he wanted Belle to serve him.

At that time, Calvin was really like a child, grumbling and stubborn.

Belle's mouth curved into a smile as she looked up at the magnificent chandelier hanging over her head. She took a deep breath and lowered her gaze. Kneeling down in front of him, she reached out with her small hands to grab his hand. She said gently, "I feel guilty towards Steffan..."

This was true. In Srirano, in Europe, she had lost all her memories, and she had no idea about her past. All alone, Steffan had stayed by her side, giving her a sense of security. Moreover, he had put his heart and soul into treating her well. How could she be indifferent when she saw him suffering because of her?

Calvin closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. He felt a dull pain in his heart.

At that moment, he truly felt the pain and unease in her heart.

He reached out and held her tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to pull her into his body. "I'm sorry, Belle, I didn't protect you well and made you suffer. I swear, I will never let you fall into such a dilemma again."

Tears trickled down from the corner of Belle's mouth.

Calvin carried her towards the bed.

He kissed her passionately and loved her until he entered her body, and gradually blended in with her. Only then did his heart calm down, and he felt his feelings for her were real.