Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 65

"Don't move, do as you're told, I'm not going to eat you. Besides, it's not the first night we've been like this, so what's the worry? One more night, one less night makes no difference, right? It's not good to freeze your body, it's better for two people to keep each other warm than to fight the cold alone!" His words were evil, but soft and very sweet, and his embrace was so warm that Belle subconsciously didn't want to get out of it as soon as she got into it. She thought that in this situation, as long as a woman didn't look at his handsome and charming appearance, they couldn't refuse his voice alone!

His hands fell on her waist, stroking it gently.

The outside of his tracksuit tunic was opened up and he wrapped Belle up tightly in his arms, her body pressed against his rigid chest. His body temperature burning, and Belle had never seemed so warm and comfortable before.

His warm hand moved gently around her waist with a tingling sensation, Belle squirmed, wondering where he was going to move this hand to, with a woman's sense, this hand didn't seem to stop there, and sure enough this hand was coming towards the inside of her dress.

"Don't." Belle's face reddened and she hastily put a stop to it. The fire in the cave was getting dimmer and dimmer, the blaze was about to go out and they were surrounded by thickening darkness.

"Don't? Don't what?" he laughed out softly, his lips coming towards her face, and Belle quickly shunned her face from his hot breath and hid in her clothes.

"I'm tired, don't move." Belle's voice was low and embarrassed, if she had wounds to hide from his embrace a few days ago, what about now? She could have resisted, but she didn't move, for it was too cold in the cave, it would be even colder in the latter part of the night, and it would be better for them to warm up holding each other. That was her self-explanation, in fact she didn't expect anything more, although it was very warm and comfortable to snuggle into his arms and she hadn't the slightest intention of leaving, but if he really went too far, she would still resist.

He wrapped his arms around her so that she couldn't move, but his big hands wandered over her back. Her skin was so smooth and delicate that Calvin felt so comfortable that he couldn't take it out, but he just caressed the scar.

"Go for a scar removal surgery, so there won't be any scars." He said softly, the skin on Belle's back was smooth, with that ugly scar, it was a pity!

He sighed, this was what she had left for him, no matter what her purpose was, she had blocked that knife for him. This courage and perseverance was what made his heart skip a beat in his midnight dreams.

Nestling in his arms, she heard his rapid heartbeat settle down, and her heart was slowly gripping, wondering whether he was blaming himself or worrying about something. She had never wanted him to feel guilty, for she did that out of her willingness.

She sighed in silence.

As her eyes slowly closed, sleepiness overwhelmed her, and as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard a drifting voice that seemed to come from the sky, not quite real, "Belle, in the future, will you still remember me?"

Belle opened her eyes, but the cave was silent. She must hear wrong. She closed her eyes and lay quietly in his arms, but her drowsiness seemed to have disappeared.

A feeling of inexplicable loss and silence arose in her heart.

There was no doubt that they would go their separate ways, that they would both have their own partners in life, that this journey would be a memory of their lives, or a past that they would deliberately forget. When she grew old, would she remember him, their marriage, and all the unfortunate or deliberately forgotten moments, including the day she took a knife for her?

It was so horrible that her mind had automatically screened it out.

Belle felt her body stiffen and the cave was excessively quiet.

After a long time Calvin did not hear her answer. The woman in his arms would have another man to love her in the future, or that Rhys would marry her, which he was convinced of. There was no need to doubt Rhys' sincerity, he was a true man, and Calvin understood better than anyone, if he wanted to marry her, Alyssa would not be able to stop it!

When he thought of her body beneath Rhys or another man, giving birth to their children, his heart suddenly flashed with an inexplicable feeling of loss.

She did not answer him, for she would not remember him and he was nothing in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he felt.

She had deliberately not answered him, she hadn't fallen asleep, and she felt her body stiffen after he had asked the question.

"Would you hate me?" He asked again. She should hate him, he hadn't given her much warmth over the years, and had ruined her love and given her a lot of humiliation, she should hate him as much as he had hated her before.

This time, however, Belle heard him clearly and opened her eyes wide, would she hate him? She had given him her best years of her life, but it had brought her so much hurt, but if what happened to her father really had nothing to do with him, she wouldn't hate him, after all, she had loved him deeply without complaint.

"No, I won't hate you." She replied as she shook her head in his arms.

Her voice was small but firm, but in Calvin's ears there was no surprise, but rather a sense of loss, even the hatred for a person was gone, which meant that her heart completely ignored him.

But Calvin always felt that the woman in his arms had a great connection with him, and that this should not be the end of their relationship.

"Belle, can we still be friends in the future?" He asked, his gaze dark and deep.