Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 65 The Cave Doubt

"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.

Friends? Belle's sleepiness was completely removed, could they still be friends in the future? She had

found the answer that day in Hudson's hospital room, and it was clear that was unrealistic. Perhaps

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They can't be friends, they either have to make up mind to move on, or be together again.

How much courage and fortitude would she need to make all these choices, and would it be possible to

remain friends?

"No." She answered firmly.

Calvin's heart trembled, she answered so quickly, so decisively. Women are really cold-blooded

animals, at least they had been close, why was she so decisive!

What a terrible feeling it would be to think that their relationship would disappear into thin air, that

nothing would ever exist. He did not like this feeling, and he wanted to stay with the woman in his arms

forever.

The two of them fell into a long silence.

After a long time, they said at the same time, "Go to sleep."

After saying that, the two of them were stunned at the same time and could not help but laugh lowly.

"Take your hand out." Belle protested softly. Since they couldn't even be friends, she didn't want to

leave more unforgettable memories between them, lest it would take more effort when they wanted to

forget each other.

"No." Calvin didn't comply, he didn't want this feeling to disappear too quickly, he wanted to be greedy

and enjoy the feeling of having no barriers between them.

"I am really tired, please." Belle struggled to sit up.

"Don't move, are you trying to provoke me into doing something!" Calvin threatened in her ear.

His breath was hot, and Belle wasn't surprised that he would do something out of the ordinary

Listening to his rapid breathing and feeling the heat of his body, she really didn't dare to move, afraid

that he would really make further moves, after all, he was a normal man.

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled up slightly as if he had won.

The fire in the cave gradually went out, and the darkness surrounded them like a bottomless pit. Belle

felt sleepy, so she found a comfortable gesture and was about to sleep.

"Are you cold?" She asked in a daze, uneasy, after all, the colder the cave became.

His breathing was even and rhythmic, and he didn't answer her.

He should be cold, Belle's unease increased, but her eyelids could not open.

"Sleep and talk less." He was impatient.

Belle's eyelids closed and he no longer had a care in the world and fell into a deep sleep.

As the golden sunlight shone in from outside the cave, she opened her eyes and felt herself being

warmed by the sun in a very comfortable way.

"Wake up." Calvin spoke up, holding her like this, he was pleased, but his body was still sore and

numb.

Belle opened her eyes, only to see Calvin's somewhat tired face, and couldn't help but be startled for a

moment, had he not slept well? Only then did she realise that she was wrapping her arms tightly

around his waist and her whole body was in his arms, she couldn't help but blush and hurried to stand

up.

"I'm sorry, did you get any sleep?" She asked softly, uneasy.

Calvin stared at her, full of remorse. This woman kept hugging him all night and shouting that she was

cold, causing him to wake up several times in his dreams and hug her tightly. When it was just dawn,

she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Afraid of disturbing her good dreams, he moved to sit

under the sun, waiting for her to wake up, though he was drowsy.

Now she had the nerve to ask!