Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 64 Rare Warmth

"Oh! Fish." She cried out in surprise.

"You can have this one." Her surprised expression fell in his eyes, and a smug smile floated across

Calvin's face as he placed the fish on top of a stone bench.

Belle cheerfully stood up on one foot and squatted down to take a look. There were several big sea

fish, if it is fired, or used to make soup, it must be tasty. At this thought, she felt hungrier.

"You got this from the sea?” The question was asked with great enthusiasm, as Belle's face was all

suppressed with admiration.

"What a big deal? My grandpa once threw me in the special brigade for a year, piece of cake." Calvin

downplayed it.

Belle was aware of his skills. She had seen his wilderness survival skills with her own eyes and adored

him from the bottom of her heart when she fell in love with him, but he didn't know it.

"Calvin, can you go to the mountains and get some dry firewood? I want to make some fish soup."

Belle's eyes glowed with an eerie light in the darkness.

When Calvin heard her request, he also felt hungry, so he went outside.

Belle pulled out a knife from her bag and killed the fish skillfully. When Calvin came in with dry firewood

in his arms, she had already prepared a stainless steel cup of water.

"Please take this to the beach to clean it and get some water back." Belle instructed with a smile.

Calvin placed the dry firewood in the cave, took the cup of water and went out without saying anything,

and when he came back again, the cave was lit up and much warmer, the dry wood was splintering in

the fire, with a shelf built on it and the fire running high.

She took the cup of fish handed to her by Calvin, taking some out because there was too much fish,

and put the cup in the shelf. The fire ruffled up, and she added wood from time to time.

"You still know how to do this? I can't believe it." The warmth of the fire burned in the cave, and Calvin

felt the warmth as he raised his eyes to see Belle carefully burning the fire, hollowing out the firewood

from time to time to let the air in.

The fire baked her face red, exceptionally charming.

"There are many things you can't see." Belle didn't even raise her head, "During my years in America, I

worked and studied hard, every winter and summer I would go to restaurants to wash dishes, clothes, I

did all kinds of work."

Belle said casually, not feeling ashamed or unnatural, but Calvin listened with a slight bewilderment.

"Wouldn't you call me if you didn't have any money? Or call your mum and dad, at least you are their

only daughter, so you're not that poor." Calvin murmured.

Belle suddenly froze, ‘call you, will you answer my phone?’ She went to America for further study, but

her wealthy husband had no money to give her, if she told her mother and father, how could she hide

her unfortunate marriage?

Belle was plunged into a kind of sad memory, if Calvin didn't bring it up, she felt okay, but once he

mentioned this sad topic, she felt distressed.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and she lowered her head to fiddle with the fire, not speaking again.

Her silent sadness fell into Calvin's eyes, and Calvin's gaze was deep as he stared at her.

Her petite figure looked lonely and sad, and she was shrouded in despondency. He felt heartache, and

had an urge to hold her in his arms, but he held back and took a sigh.

The years had been hard for everyone, and she seemed to have suffered even more than him.

The words of his grandmother came back to him, and he glanced at her. ‘Grandma, if you knew that

she had never been happy, would you regret the decision you made?’

‘Grandma, if I were to do what you want now, or if we were to remarry, would she be happy?’

No, it would only hurt her more. After all, there are many insurmountable barriers between them, it

would not work out!

He had been thinking whether they could still get back together, especially when he saw how sad and

disappointed his grandmother was.

But after thinking about it for a long time, his answer was no!

A marriage that wasn't happy and was painful and torturous for both parties would only be more

unfortunate if they were forced to stay together, even if it was against his grandmother's wishes, he

couldn't be so selfish!

The fish in the cup emitted the overwhelming fragrance.

Calvin inhaled the aroma and smiled to himself when he heard the rattling in his belly.

Belle took a piece of cotton pad on the handle of the cup and removed the fish, placing it in front of her Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

and carefully picking the fishbone out by the light of the fire.

Calvin was in no hurry, he was a man and of course he had to let the woman take precedence.

He sat quietly, ready to wait until she had finished before boiling another cup, or to give him if she

couldn't finish it. Although he loved cleanliness, he couldn't care less about being prescriptive in this

situation.

She picked the fishbone out with great care and attention, fearing that she might miss a tiny one.

"Here, eat, it's almost cold, the fishbone have all been picked out for you. It's dark, you have to be

careful." Belle handed the fish soup to Calvin and gently admonished him.

Calvin was stunned, so she was picking the fishbone for him and not herself?

He really couldn't believe his eyes, but how did she know that he was afraid of fishbone when he ate

fish?

Calvin did like to eat fish, but he disliked the trouble of fishbone and usually did not eat fish. In the past,

when he ate in Harvey Mansion, the maids would pick out the fishbone beforehand and bring them up

for him, but as far as he could remember, he had never eaten alone with Belle in Harvey Mansion,

except for a few breakfasts.

He didn't know how she knew that he didn't like fish with fishbone in it, in fact it wasn't that he didn't like

it, it was that it was too much trouble and time wasting. When he was busy, he didn't even have time to

eat a meal.

"Hurry up, I have to cook again when you're done eating." Belle saw Calvin staring at her face and

thought she had black dust on her face, so she quickly touched her face and urged with

embarrassment.

Calvin took the cup in a somewhat dazed manner, staring at the steaming fish in the cupe. He had to

say that at this moment, his heart was touched. He did not expect that after going through so many

storms, she would still treat him without any prejudice, she had blocked a knife for her, and now she

was picking fishbone for him.

He had hurt her heart, but she still picked the fishbone with such care and attention. He could not

believe it!

"Hurry up." Belle urged, "If it gets cold, the fish will smell fishy, and it won't taste good."

"You drink it first, I'm not hungry." Calvin, with some confusion in his eyes, finally came to his senses

and handed the fish soup to Belle.

"What's going on? Can you eat it fast?" Belle had a dark face and was slightly unhappy "I like to eat

fish with bones, for it will not damage the taste and smell good. This one has removed its bone, so eat

it."

In order to dispel Calvin's worries and let him eat it quickly, Belle still made a reasonable explanation,

so Calvin stopped pushing back after hearing her explanation and graciously ate it.

"Is it delicious?" Belle asked, smiling.

"Yes, it tastes delicious." Calvin nodded his head and genuinely complimented.

Belle was happy in her heart and smiled with arched eyebrows.

Calvin looked at her as he ate, his mind sinking.

He soon finished eating, and Belle cooked the other cup of fish over the fire.

Calvin saw her eating the fish and spitting out the fishbone as she ate it, the thought of not picking out

the fishbone in the future came to his mind.

He went outside the cave to collect some more dry firewood and added to it. With something in his

stomach, the cave was warm and no longer cold.

After eating the fish soup, Belle sat by the fire burning the firewood. After climbing the mountain all day,

she felt tired and only wanted to sleep.

"Come here." Calvin sat against the cave wall, padded with many dead leaves on his butt, and he

beckoned towards the drowsy Belle.

"What?" Belle's eyes opened wide in bewilderment and she looked at him in confusion.

"Come over here, can you sleep well like that?!" Calvin's tone was domineering yet warm.

"I...... " Belle couldn't figure out what he meant, and just looked at him, even as her sleepiness faded

quite a bit.

"Quick." Calvin face darkened, his frowned and ordered in a stern voice. He cannot stand up, or the dry

wood leaves padded on his back will fall down, in that way, the wall was cold, but this woman still does

not understand him, which makes him impatient.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Belle had no choice but to move over towards him, worried that

the peaceful atmosphere that she had managed to have would be ruined.

She was tired and didn't want to argue with him, she just wanted to get a good sleep and refresh

herself so that she could continue her adventure tomorrow!

Just as she was getting close to Calvin, she stopped moving. She didn't think she would have to go any

further, or they would be next to each other.

Calvin's long arms suddenly reached over and landed on her waist, with a force, she was picked up by

him and soon she was sitting on his legs and landed firmly in his arms.

"Don't move, it is cold, tonight you will sleep in my arms." Calvin's low magnetic voice carried an

unmistakable charm.

Only then did Belle understand what he meant and her face abruptly blushed.

"No, let me down, I can sleep on my own." She struggled and explained with a flushing face.