Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 105 Forced to Write a Self-criticism Letter

"Yes, yes," the security manager understood, and hastily picked up the intercom in his hand. Seeing

that the few customers who were hit by Calvin were about to attack, he called all the security personnel

to come and suppress the scene, and hurried to find Benedict himself.

When the sweaty Benedict rushed over, he saw Calvin standing in the lobby with a woman in his arms, This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

his legs went weak and his heart sank.

This nightclub is the territory of Mr. Harvey!

If he gave the order, it would close down instantly and the huge sum of money he had invested would

be lost immediately.

"Mr. Harvey, you're here, I'm sorry I'm late." He was full of smiles and flattered Calvin.

Seeing the few customers caught by the security guards still cursing and swearing there, he scolded

angrily, "Useless things, how can you allow these customers to cause trouble? Escort them to the

security room now."

The security manager did not dare to slow down after receiving the order and immediately carried out

his work, and soon the few customers and the security guards left.

"Mr. Harvey, I really didn't know you were here, please forgive me." Benedict was full of smiles.

Calvin's eyes were full of gloom, and with a cold snort, he spat out a few short words, "This place will

close down tomorrow."

He said coldly, picked up the woman in his arms and strode away.

Benedict immediately stood there with his face ashen, frozen.

The noise and clamour faded away and everything sank into silence.

When Belle woke up again, it was already the next morning. She opened her eyes and the bright light

that shot into them made her squint, and the fresh scent around was very familiar.

Despite the splitting headache and the stomach, instinct tells her: this is not Harvey Mansion.

So where is this?

After adjusting to the brief bright light, Belle opened her eyes.

Grand Hyatt Apartments!

This is actually the Grand Hyatt Apartments!

She was back in the Grand Hyatt flat, who had brought her here? What was going on last night?

She looked down and saw that she was in a sexy, beautiful nightgown!

Who changed it for her?

Last night she vaguely remembered when she was drinking in a nightclub, she met evil men, then she

fell asleep and didn't know anything. Did Calvin save her again?

She got up and ran towards the outside.

No one was seen in the spacious living room!

Instead there seemed to be a rattle in the kitchen.

Calvin is busy in the kitchen, although clumsy, he was focused.

Belle was dumbfounded and could not believe her eyes.

Calvin is cooking breakfast himself.

He would cook the porridge himself?

She had heard him say once that a man didn't need to cook, that a man like that was useless!

But what is he doing now!

He's breaking his own rules and cooking! Has his philosophy changed?

Belle had a momentary feeling of being thunderstruck, and then, soon after, a feel of touching lingered

in her chest.

Because she learned that he was cooking breakfast for her.

In fact, when Belle first walked over, Calvin noticed her.

But he did not turn around.

It wasn't until Belle came closer and saw the steaming rice inside the pot and the tender green

vegetable floating on top that a slight rumbling in her stomach came over: he was cooking porridge for

her.

She was touched, but refused to believe it.

"Go wash your face and then have your porridge."

"Is it for me?" She asked timidly.

He was expressionless, but he didn't give a retort either.

Belle still seemed to be dreaming, and only when he uttered did she believe that she was awake, “Why

don't you go and wash your face?"

He hadn't turned his back since, but it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head, knowing her

every move and giving timely orders.

"Okay." Belle agreed and turned around to walk away.

Her stomach was uncomfortable, but the sight of the porridge whetted her appetite, which made me

remember that it seemed she hadn't even eaten since yesterday.

She was flattered and shocked that Calvin would cook her porridge!

The bowl of porridge he cooked was much more meaningful than all the delicacies he took her out to

eat!

As she walked out after washing her face, Calvin had already placed the porridge on the dining table.

The white porcelain bowl was filled with porridge, with a few green vegetable floating in it, and Belle's

appetite was whetted.

She ate with gusto, not even bothering to look at Calvin's expression.

"Slow down." Calvin couldn't bear to watch her, as if she hadn't eaten for days and had come out of a

prison, starving, and he was worried that she was choking, so he had to remind her.

Ever since Belle moved into the Harvey Mansion, she hadn't really had a good meal, for the

atmosphere at the table was really unappetizing, especially when she was facing Lexie.

She finally got to have a nice meal today, it's better to live in a Grand Hyatt flat!

"Last night, were you the one who brought me back?" After eating, Belle's stomach was filled and only

then did she remember what happened last night and asked him timidly.

Calvin sat on the sofa, expressionless, and what made Belle even more timid was the gust of cold aura

emanating from him. By intuition, she knew he was angry and very upset with her.

His legs overlapped as he flipped through the newspaper out of habit, and he did not even lift his eyes

to look at her.

Belle was embarrassed, neither standing nor sitting.

‘You just made me a bowl of porridge. What's the big deal? I'll make it for you next time, why are you so

cold? Damn you.’

She was a bit discouraged!

The thought of yesterday's drunkenness made her heart astringent, her nose sore and her eyes red.

"You, first go and write a self-criticism letter, until I am satisfied." He suddenly lifted his face and

instructed her coldly.

What? Self-criticism letter! Belle shrieked out loud, why did she have to write a self-criticism letter?

What had she done wrong? Why should she listen to him?

Belle stood motionless! Her face was full of disbelief.

"What?" Calvin's face became even gloomy, and he eyes sharp as he gazed at her.

"Why do you want me to write a self-criticism letter? What did I do wrong? It was Lexie who set me up.

Anyway, you just don't want to believe me in anything, even if the truth is in front of you, you don't want

to believe it, you want to blame me for everything. I'm telling you, I'm only tolerating you villains for now

for the sake of my mother's illness. I despise you, you don’t know right from wrong, good from evil."

Belle was so irritated that her chest rose and fell violently, her shoulders trembled.

Calvin's face instantly turned pale, his eyes stared at her, and he shouted sternly and angrily, "It seems

that you still don't know what's wrong, very well, I'll tell you, I'll spend time with you here today, until you

figure out what's right and what's wrong, what to do and what not to do."

Here he stood up and looked at her with a cold stare.

This morose and angry face made Belle feel a pang of timidness for no reason, and the righteousness

of a moment ago gradually faded away, instead, she had a hint of fear.

‘Did I just say something wrong?’

She looked at him with some trepidation, slowly stepped backwards.

It was horrible to stay here, and she tried to run away!

Calvin was so full of gloom that he would surely tear her apart!

But in the presence of this powerful man, how could she resist?

Calvin's arm rested on her shoulder and she, immediately, couldn't move!

"Calvin, don't, don't ......" Belle pleaded as she clutched her hands to her chest.

The grief in her bright eyes was so obvious.

She was afraid of him!

Just by thinking about it, Calvin felt heartache, remembering the bloody bed sheet, and the anger in his

eyes slowly died down.

She was afraid of him now, it must because of his brutality had hurt her and left a shadow in her heart!

It was because she was sad that she went to drink!

It wasn't entirely her fault! He explained for her.

But she can't go to there even if she's upset.

In that condition yesterday, had he not arrived in time, it would have been a miracle if she had gotten

out of there alive, and even if she had, it would have ruined her life.

It is a place where the gangdom gathers. If she offended those people, she could not have a good time.

At this, he became angry again.

Everyone would encounter a setback, how can everyone disgrace themselves?

Actually he did not care about her past, but her performance disappointed him.