Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1632 She No Longer Want Him

Belle refused to open the door from start to finish. Time ticked by for who knows how long and when

everyone should be asleep, she heard the door being pushed open from the outside.

Calvin entered the room and put down the key in his hand. He ordered the servants to return before he

shut the door and headed for Belle and their son.

At this time, Belle had woken up as she blinked open her eyes. Noticing someone coming over, she

slowly propped her body up on one side while she rubbed the sleep away from her face.

Calvin stood next to the bed and said, "You're getting more and more bold, you even dare to lock me

out?"

Belle sat up in silence. Her face was so blank that no one could discern any form of expression from it.

Calvin started to unbutton his clothes, his coat tossed to one side. Belle watched him and asked in a

strange tone, "You're not going back tonight?"

"Are you kidding me? This place is mine, where am I supposed to return to?"

Belle was speechless and kept quiet for a while. "Aren't you afraid that your mother will be angry if you

don't go back?"

"Angry or not, she still has that old man with her. Besides, what can I do when she's angry? I don't

even know how to appease yours much less hers."

With that said, Calvin was done taking off his clothes and found a pair of pajamas that belonged to his

son. He then went to the bathroom and came out after a brisk shower.

Calvin wiped his body down as he exited the bathroom and changed into his son's pajamas. He dried

his hair and walked over to Belle's side of the bed. He looked at the time. No matter whether it was day

or night, whenever he was tired, he would go straight to bed.

Belle sat in the middle, helpless on what she should do now with Calvin in front of her. She was still

angry, you know!

Calvin sidled up against her. "I'll sleep for a while."

"Are you really not going back?"

"She's fine. She can now swear up and down the street, so why should I go back? To suffer her wrath?"

Calvin's way with words didn't come out very politely. Belle was bewildered. "Did I offend you?"

"Do you want me to go back and take revenge on my own mother?"

Calvin had on a calm visage, but his tone was belligerent. The way he spoke made her want to laugh

but she couldn't.

Belle observed as her husband gradually relaxed before she whispered, "When I saw her cursing

Raeleigh outside that day, you didn't know how I felt at that moment. Although I wasn't happy with her

in the beginning, even after so many years I still questioned my own worthiness in her eyes.

In addition, your mother would always cause trouble for Raeleigh every time they met.

Previously it was me and now it's Raeleigh.

When will this ever end?"

"Sleep now. Family matters are not something that can be explained clearly. In this, Raeleigh

understands better than you do. If you don't like to hear it, then don't hear it. When my mother and

Raeleigh were at a feud, did they ever come to you?

Out of sight, out of mind. Next time, I won't go and see her."

"Easier said than done. I saw the whole thing that day."

Belle stared at Calvin who was about to doze off to sleep. He laughed, tickled by her words, "So what if

you've seen it? Must you leave the house after you witness everything?

Even your son had become an adult. Now you want to be like her?"

Belle didn't reply. It's not that what he said didn't make sense, it did feel like that's how it was.

After she pondered for a bit, Belle looked outside. "You're going to bed even though it isn't dark out

yet?"

"I'm still around, alive and well, but you won't let me through the door. How come you didn't mention

that?"

"..."

What kind of nonsense was this man spouting?

Belle had the sudden urge to kick him out of the bed. She then thought of the pitiable situation he's in,

where he was stuck in between mother and wife. Therefore, she withheld the impulse to do so. The

following days, however, the cold war between this couple had reached a white-hot stage that had

never been reached since their youngest son was born.

Belle refused to utter a single word to Calvin. No matter what he said or did, she ignored him. She

couldn't be bothered to waste her breath.

Calvin had not heard his beloved wife's voice for three whole days. It was a torment as excruciating as

if he had chugged a whole vat of poison.

Sitting on the sofa, Calvin asked Belle, "What are you doing?"

Belle remained silent as she gave her son a towel bath, continuing to wipe down his body.

"I don't think I've said anything to offend you?" Calvin had no choice but to lower his head and speak

with Belle. Belle acted as if his words were air and busied herself with her work.

"Belle."

Calvin called out to her, but Belle didn't even spare him a look. She took away the water basin and

went into the bathroom, completely forgoing any sense of courtesy towards him.

Seeing that his wife went to the bathroom, Calvin followed her in and shut the door. Before she could

react, he had trapped her in his arms and didn't plan to let her go.

"Release me."

Belle tried to pull apart her husband's arms with both hands. She had never seen such a shameless

person. She ignored him, but he still clung onto her.

"You're finally willing to talk now? I thought you wouldn't talk to me for the rest of your life."

Calvin stuck himself closer, and gave a kiss to his beloved wife's ear. Three days of not being close to

her felt as long as three years.

Things were different as he grew older.

His sense of self-restraint and pride he had since his youth had long since been honed. Particularly

when he was in front of her, he was no different than a child unable to be weaned off of his milk. The

deeper he sank into the quagmire that was his desires, the more he couldn't escape from it.

With his arms around Belle's waist, Calvin murmured, "Haven't I always been here? I didn't go

anywhere, it's not like you didn't know that. What else do you want me to do?" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Calvin was truly at his wits end. After all, Paige was his mother. How could he not care about his

mother?

Belle gave Calvin a hard shove. "When Santiago wakes up, I'm moving out and never coming back."

This kind of place, she couldn't stand to stay in it any longer.

This time, she would not be befuddled.

Belle had spent the past three days being vexed. She did not clarify Raeleigh's situation with Paige, did

not put up a strong stand in front of her and make her understand that she supported Raeleigh. It didn't

matter whether it would help or not, she still didn't do it and felt that she had let Raeleigh down.

"Move out?" Calvin's face instantly went thunderous. "You're already at this age, why are you acting

like a child? You want to move out, but where? I'm right here, where will you go?"

Calvin was enraged. His hold on Belle tightened, as if he feared that she would truly leave just like that.

People at this point in their lives had very little time left. He was afraid that many things would be left

too late, which is why he didn't dare let go, especially when he heard that Belle wanted to leave.

Belle looked up into the mirror at Calvin. The expression on her face was unpleasant, with a fierce look

in her eyes. "I have never seen a person like you. You know that your mother is in the wrong, but you

still turned a blind eye to it."

His behaviour before may have been impassive, but he could still express himself in a lucid manner.

Why couldn't he do so now?

Belle looked upset.

"She's my mother. Even if I sever our relationship as mother and son, there's no point to it, she's

already sick as it is."

"You're such a hypocrite."

Belle pulled Calvin's hands away forcefully. This was the first time in the past few years that she had

been so furious. She turned on her heel and strode out of the bathroom.

If it weren't for the fact that she had to look after her son, Belle would be gone by now.

This house, this man, she didn't want them anymore!