Chapter 799 Argument


    It was loud in the bar. Belle walked in, grasping her cell phone beside her ear. She made multiple


    phone calls and looked around, searching for Steffan''s figure.


    Calvin ced one hand on her waist and relied on the dim light, trying to protect Belle as they walked


    inside.


    Lying on the bar counter, Steffan was drunk and unconscious.


    "Steffan." Belle saw him at a nce, hurriedly approached him, and shook his body.


    "Go away. Don''t worry about me. Bring me some wine." He pped Belle''s hand away.


    "Waiter, how much did he drink?" Belle raised her head and asked the waiter at the front desk.


    "Miss, he drank two bottles of wine, and then downed a few bottles of beer, that''s about it." The waiter


    exined, "When he was drunk, he kept calling your name. I checked his cell phone and found your


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    name, so I called you."


    "I see. Thank you for your phone call. I will send him back home. His car will be kept here. I''ll have him


    but was blocked by Calvin.


    Calvin reached out his hand to help him up. He lifted him up and walked out with Belle''s guidance.


    They walked to the parking lot outside, and opened the rear door of Belle''s car.


    Calvin helped him into the car.


    Belle ignited the engine and headed for Steffan''s vi.


    Along the way, she looked back at Steffan from time to time through the inverted lens. She saw him


    leaning against the back seat, sleeping like a log.


    "Why did he drink so much if he can''t hold his liquor well?" A grim expression pervaded Calvin''s face.


    There was also a tone of me in his voice.


    "Steffan usually doesn''t drink much, isn''t it fine if he gets drunk once in a while?" Belle replied.


    Calvin sneered. "He''s already in this state, why are you still speaking up for him? You''re protecting


    him."


    Belle raised her eyebrows and said, "Calvin, can you stop being so wet behind the ears? Steffan just


    got drunk once asionally, so there is no need to kick up such a fuss. Besides, he didn''t ask you to


    help him. You came here on your own volition. Why are you talking so much nonsense now?"


    Belle was worried that Calvin''s words would push Steffan further into his depressive state, so she


    defended him.


    Upon hearing this, Calvin felt even more ufortable. With a gloomy smile, he said, "Belle, do you


    think I have a generous temper to the point that you can refute me as you please? I''ll have you know


    that you are my wife. He called for my wife while he was drunk. What''s this?"


    Calvin''s voice was loud, clearly doing it on purpose for Steffan to hear it. She couldn''t help but to feel a


    little angry. "Did you hear it clearly? He didn''t call me. It was the waiter at the bar who called me up.


    This has nothing to do with him at all. Please be reasonable and show a little sympathy."


    "Great, absolutely great. You''re actually picking a fight with me because of him. Who is he to you? Who


    am I to you?" Calvinughed in extreme anger. His voice was very cold.


    Over the past year, Steffan had been the one who took care of and protected her. He held a special


    ce in her heart. That said, Calvin had endured it all. Although he did not want her to work in the


    Yintern Group, he endured it. He was even willing to repay the kindness for her.


    However, right then with the drunk Steffan by his side, he thought differently. Every man would feel


    ufortable when another drunk man called for their wives. On top of that, when another man was


    drunk, his wife woulde to attend to him, to his dismay. To be exact, he was jealous.


    His woman could only care for him. This should always be the case for him.


    At that moment, he had alreadypromised!


    "Calvin, please don''t cause any more trouble. I''m driving right now, and I don''t want to quarrel with


    you." Belle was also starting to get impatient.


    "I''m the one who''s unreasonable?" Calvin sneered. "After losing your memories, your abilities and


    influence have gradually grown. Not bad!"


    Belle thought to herself, Steffan had saved her life, and he had always been so kind to her. He was in


    low spirits and was drunk. Shouldn''t it be a given for her to take care of him? What was more, he hadn''t


    had the best of life. As for her, she had already given her heart and body to Calvin, yet he was still so


    petty and domineering.


    Her mood chafed as she thought about this. If this continued, then there would definitely be countless


    quarrels between them in the future. She did not know how she had been before she lost her memory.


    Nheless, she knew that after losing her memories, she was a woman with self-esteem and self-


    worth, one that deserved to be respected. At that moment, her heart was rejecting such a domineering


    and unreasonable Calvin. Hence, she averted her face and drove the car. She did not speak again, her


    face flushing with anger.


    The car soon arrived at Steffan''s vi.


    Belle got out of the car and opened the door.


    Steffan was out cold. Calvin helped him walk outside. Belle walked with him and supported him with


    her other arm. The two of them supported each other and walked into Steffan''s vi.


    Theyid him down on his bed.


    "Ugh, we finally brought him back home." Belle looked at Steffan, who was lying in bed, and waggled


    her arm.


    "Stay here and watch over him. I''ll get him some water." After giving this order to Calvin, she walked


    towards the kitchen.


    "Do youe here often?" Calvin asked in a low voice. His expression was even gloomier when he


    saw how familiar she was with the directions of his house.


    Belle nced at him and replied casually, "You''re wee to unleash the wildest of your imagination."


    After that, she ran to the kitchen like a gust of wind.


    Calvin was depressed. This woman was keeping him on tenterhooks.


    He stood still, looking coldly at Steffan lying on the bed. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he


    smiled disdainfully. "Alright, stop pretending."


    Surely enough, Steffan''s eyshes trembled slightly. He slowly opened his cold eyes and met Calvin''s


    emotionless eyes.


    He couldn''t discern the expression on Calvin''s eyes, but he understood that this man had an absolute


    advantage in front of him.


    Belle had been with him for so long, yet she had kept a safe distance from him all the time, deliberately


    avoiding staying alone with him. However, in front of Calvin, this woman would get angry, throw


    tantrums, and even talk back to him. In fact, there were also regr frictions caused by the


    rtionship, which revealed spontaneity and affection.


    He had attempted to walk into her heart, and had also tried to be close to her, but in the end, he had


    failed. He would never be able to cross into her heart. To him, it truly was a blow. Other than making


    use of alcohol to drink himself into oblivion, he really did not know how else to dispel his pent-up


    frustrations.