Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 237

"Belle, you are eating like a small fish, this is not good. Women are dependent on nourishment, even beautiful flowers need nutrition, you must eat more. Women are originally delicate flowers, flower will wither if there is no nutrition. In a few months, you face has become pale." Rhys shook his head, his face full of sighs.

Belle looked down and cut her steak, her eyes moist. He didn't know she was pregnant now, if he knew he would have been so scared that he would never care about her again, and would have despised her even more.

He must not have expected her to be that disgusting!

Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she held them back from falling.

The steak sliced magnetically in her hands, scraping the plate.

Belle didn't hear a thing, just cutting blindly, not even knowing what she was doing.

"Belle, what's wrong?" Rhys looked at her in surprise, she wasn't cutting the steak, she was thinking about something else. Did she have something else on her mind? When he thought about it, he couldn't help but ask out loud.

Belle was awakened by Rhys' shout and raised her head in panic, and met Rhys' concerned eyes.

She looked down, she saw the blood on top of the steak in front of her, and her stomach clenched so violently that she wanted to vomit.

She covered her mouth tightly and ran towards the bathroom.

She vomited all the food she had just eaten, and as his stomach spasmed reflexively, it became uncontrollable. After finishing, she felt better.

"Belle, what's wrong with you?" Rhys saw Belle run into the bathroom and did not come out for a long time, and seemed to hear the sound of vomiting inside.

Belle threw up a few more times, lying on the bench of the bathroom and gasping for air.

Rhys was so worried that he didn't care about that much and stood outside the door and asked, "Belle, what's wrong? I heard you throwing up inside, shall I go in?”

After saying that, he didn't hear much objection from Belle, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Just as he entered, he saw that Belle was stooping on the platform, covered in sweat, and her face was frighteningly white.

"Belle, what's wrong? Are you sick? Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital." Rhys was terrified and looked at the frail woman in front of him and asked anxiously.

After asking, he reached out to help her.

Belle was dizzy from vomiting and her whole body was weak. As soon as she stood up, she felt her legs go weak and she fell straight to the ground.

Rhys was so flustered that he reached out and wrapped his arms around her.

"Belle, is everything alright?" When Rhys saw her pale face, he didn't know what kind of illness she had, so he felt pity and panic, asked in a loud voice.

The sweat on her forehead was dense and her breath was weak.

Rhys wrapped his arms around her lovingly and reached out to pull a tissue to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

"Belle, don’t you have taken care of yourself?" He said with heartache, shaking his head.

Belle was really weak and saw her body collapsing into Rhys’ arms, knowing that this was not good, she wanted to struggle to leave his embrace, but Rhys’ big strong hands held her and whispered, "Belle, don't move, you're too weak."

Belle's legs still had little strength, as her head was also dizzy after the violent vomiting, so she couldn't push him and could only lean against him softly.

"Mr. Harvey, this is the room." The waiter's curt and pleasing voice came from outside, and soon, the door was pushed open.

Calvin barged in with a big stride.

Soon, his already angry face immediately twisted and contorted.

What caught his eye was that Belle was falling into Rhys’ arms, so soft and helpless, really seductive, while Rhys was compassionately and tenderly wiping the sweat from her forehead, that action was gentle, as they were lovers.

The jealousy that had not yet calmed down soon exploded in Calvin's chest.

His face was red, the veins at the corners of his forehead were exposed, and his hands clenched into fists that cackled.

"So you are dating here." Calvin bellowed angrily and arrowed forward, gave Rhys a punch, reaching out and snatching Belle, pulling her over and circling her tightly in his arms.

Belle was still dazed, had not understanding what happened. The reckless man pulled her up with a brute force, and she landed lightly in his arms, looking up to see that ghastly face and the intimidating cold light in his icy eyes.

Her head went blank all at once.

How had this reckless man come?

How did he know she had come here?

It was over.

That day, the two of them had quarrelled and even fought over the matter of Rhys.