Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 164 Please Promise Me One Thing

Throughout dinner, Belle did not have a very good appetite.

Calvin changed his ways to make her eat something, and it was getting stranger and stranger,

something that he originally did not like to eat, but because Belle loved it, he would change his taste

along with it.

"Calvin, where are we going?" After eating, Belle was surprised to see that the car was not heading in

the direction of Harvey Mansion, but in a direction she was not familiar with, so she asked out loud.

Calvin's face was a warm smile, and he did not make a sound.

Belle was startled by the warm smile on his face, and soon realised what was going on, and her face

could not help but flush slightly.

The car soon came to a stop in front of a cluster of luxurious holiday villas.

The luggage man immediately greeted them.

Calvin opened the car door, walked to the side and very gentlemanly helped Belle pull open the door

and put his hand towards her.

Belle gave him her hand.

Calvin took her hand and pulled it slightly harder.

"Park the car." Calvin took out a few hundred notes and threw them to the young man who came up to

park the car, his right hand gently grabbed Belle's waist and intimately swept her into his arms, taking

the lift directly towards the top.

"We're not going home today, we're staying here for the night." He murmured softly and wrapped his

arms around her tightly.

Belle blushed slightly and leaned close to him, her long eyelashes blinking, her eyes slightly shy.

In the exquisite and luxurious hotel room, Calvin had just opened the door and closed it by the way. His

warm and soft lips took her lustful lips.

His lips were like fire, rolling over every inch of her body. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The dark currents within Belle's body surged like waves, full of passion, setting every cell in her body

on fire.

They were now so inseparable that, since she loved him, she had to make sure that he could never

leave her.

She began to wrap her arms around his neck and pressed herself softly against him, kissing him back

passionately.

He was overjoyed at her response and kissed her even deeper, wrapping his arms around her waist in

love.

In this moment, they forget everything in their passion.

Her hair was spread out on the snow-white sheets, her skin was smooth, but it was clustered with red

marks that made his throat go dry.

Another inexplicable pathos was creeping up inside him, along with the fullness of tenderness that was

setting his body on fire.

He led her into another time and place that belongs only to them.

"Belle, promise me that no matter what happens, you have to believe in me and my love for you,

okay?" Belle heard Calvin's magnetic low soft voice floating as if in the clouds, surprisingly with a

humble begging and seemingly a touch of hurt.

She was in a trance, as if she had fallen into a sea of illusionary clouds, with all the colourful lights

before her eyes. She did not have the heart to understand the meaning of his words, much less to think

of anything, nor could she think of anything at all in this situation.

It's a quiet, peaceful night, with moonlight leaking in through the curtains, and the air is warm and

intoxicating.

There is no better night in the world than this, and who would want to give up such a beautiful night?

The two drifted off to sleep and woke up again to an unpleasantly messy bed.

The night was so short that when she opened her eyes, Belle saw Calvin sitting on his bed, smoking a

cigarette, his expression forlorn and lonely, as he sat sullenly.

His eyelashes were dark and dense, inadvertently touching Belle's open dark bright eyes. As their eyes

met, he froze and smiled gently.

Belle looked at him in a trance, staring at him in fascination.

His eyes were loving and tender, but in the depths of his eyes, Belle saw a touch of pain that was

shocking to the eyes, and his heart jerked.

"Why are you still smoking?" The smell of smoke wafting in caused her to cough lightly, and Belle

climbed up and snatched the cigarette out of his hand, her face displeased and justifiably chiding,

"Calvin, you promised me you wouldn't smoke anymore, why do you break your word?"

She was angry at him for not taking care of his body.

The corner of Calvin's mouth was a helpless, bitter smile as he let her snatch the cigarette and put it

out in the ashtray.

He went over and wrapped his arms around her, "It won't happen again, okay?

His voice was so soft.

The once magnificent Mr. Harvey would stoop so low in front of her, although Belle's heart was a sweet

but inexplicably surprised, a faint heartache came out.

What the hell is going on here, and why is this feeling so weird!

Perhaps this is what happens when love is in the air.

"Calvin, it's time to go to work." She picked up her phone and looked at it, it was almost nine o'clock

and it was time to go to work.

"No, Belle, you don't have to go to work today." Calvin held her down and said in a soft voice, "Belle, I

want to ask you for one thing, can you say yes?"

"What is it?" Belle was slightly surprised that he had something to ask of her, had she misheard? An

inexplicable feeling of unease came over her again.

"Belle." Calvin gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, put on her thick coat and whispered in

her ear, "Belle, from today onwards, you accompany my father to America for surgery, help me take

good care of him. The Harvey's Holdings is going to pick up some financial investment projects in

America in the near future, and you too take care of it, okay?"

Calvin said carefully, full of tenderness, "Belle, I will hire two special nurses to take care of your mother,

I will take care of everything else in A City, trust me, we will not be apart for long."

His large hand took her small one, and his clear eyes held a smile.

Belle's heart instantly sank, so, they were going to be separated?

Her heart ached at the thought of separation.

She looked up at him and bit down on her red lips.

"Trust me, this will all be over soon and we'll have our wedding then." With love in his eyes, he lowered

his head and kissed her softly, dotingly, "And it's the most reassuring thing I can say about leaving my

father in your hands."

Belle's heart was relieved and the sadness of parting was replaced by trust.

Looking at his sincere face, she couldn't help but nod her head.

"Yes, I promise you." She buried her head in his chest and said softly and tenderly.

Calvin's face was a bright smile as he embraced her gently, the pain in his eyes flickering away.

‘Belle, the only way you won't be hurt is if you leave A City. Trust me, I'll be able to give you an answer

soon.’ Calvin sighed darkly in his heart.

Knowing that they would not be able to see each other for a long time, he was upset, but the situation

at hand forced them to do so.

If he could use Dolcie to deal with Bill, then Bill would surely think of using his woman to deal with him.

Belle is the woman he loved, his vulnerable point, to protect her, he could not to be blackmailed and

used by others, not to mention not to let her be hurt.

Lexie is pregnant and the news is her nightmare. How is she to bear the news?

And he had a feeling that Tristan didn't seem to be letting her off easily.

That is why Belle must leave A City for the time being.

It was urgent and well thought out. As a man, he could not allow the woman he loved to be harmed.

Only when she is safe will he have no worries.

And only when she is safe can she let go of her restraints and be bold enough to face everything.

Separation is inevitable.

As the plane carried Belle and Hudson off the runway, rising into the dark and dreary sky and slowly

leaving A City, Calvin's heart was all but empty.

His sunken eyes watched as the plane's silhouette dwindled and disappeared into the dark, dreary sky,

and he stood for a moment, resolutely turning his head away.

The winter in A City was particularly cold this year, and it was still midday when the snow began to fall.

The snow was falling, bringing a gust of cold air to A City.

Calvin walked in the cold wind, snowflakes drifted down on his brown coat, the cold wind blew his

straight coat, looking more unrestrained.

He walked steadily into the Wenxuan Garden and was immediately greeted by a waiter who took him

into the 'Ming Garden'.

Tristan is dressed in a suit, his shrewd eyes reflecting a profound light through the thick lenses, giving

people a high, inviolable and powerful aura.

It seemed that whoever was going to mess with him was going to die a horrible death.

The house was well heated and warm as spring.