Chapter 800 Calvin''s Palpable Jealousy


    "How did you know that I was just pretending?" Steffan sat up, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly.


    A cold smile emerged from the corner of Calvin''s mouth. He said slowly, "When Belle and I supported


    your body back to your room, you ced all of your weight on my side. A drunkard wouldn''t be able to


    do this."


    Steffan was shocked that he was able to figure this out.


    "I didn''t want to put my weight on her." He pursed his lips slightly, with all of the calmness and none of


    the embarrassment.


    "Haha." Calvin chuckled. "You sure know how to bepassionate with women. It''s not in vain for her


    to be so sincere towards you."


    "Of course." Steffan said shamelessly, "I know Dory''s character the best."


    "Hence, you''re using her gratitude and guilt towards you to hold her back?" Calvin asked as he raised


    an eyebrow. His expression was stern.


    "Hmph." Steffan let out a snort, and resumed speaking with disdain.


    "Dory chose to be with you because she''s aware that you are her legal husband and that she is a


    married woman. Period. As I said, if you have the ability to let her follow you willingly, then I won''t


    object."


    Steffan thought it was exined reasonably, and he was boasting without shame.


    Calvin smiled and said, "Don''t worry, she will be willing to follow me. I know my own woman best." At


    that point, he continued to smile yfully. "You must be thinking that I will be triggered by your words


    and seek revenge on you, destroying yourpany, and then have Belle take pity on you, right? But


    you''ve underestimated me. I can destroy yourpany easily, but I won''t do that. First of all, I won''t be


    fooled by you. Secondly, you did save my wife''s life, and I am willing to repay you. Just remember, the


    sole reason Melvin is able to work at yourpany right now is because I deliberately gave in. Oh, one


    more thing. Melvin''s design along with Belle''s will be the perfectbination. I hope they can


    cooperate with each other to create remarkable work. I have a way of cherishing talent and aesthetics.


    I hope that you can take advantage of this opportunity, for that will be beneficial to everyone. But may I


    add, if you go against the will of heaven, then I will not stay still."


    Steffan thrust his hand into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply. He looked


    at Calvin with his calm eyes, already learning what thetter was thinking.


    Steffan was a serious man as well. Of course, he was not scared.


    The meaning behind Calvin''s words was very clear. If one were to oppose him, then there would only


    be one consequence. Death, a miserable death.


    He had never been afraid of these things. If Belle was willing to choose him, then he would not have


    done all of this, but...


    Through the thick smoke, he asked tly, "Are you trying to assert your dominance?"


    "Whatever you say then." Calvin paced to the side of the curtain. He ced his hands in his pockets


    and looked indifferent. "You hold a special ce in Belle''s heart. You''re her savior. If I hadn''t appeared,


    then perhaps she would have regarded you as my recement. But unfortunately, I''m here. She''s my


    wife. No matter what you do, you can''t take her away. I have this confidence."


    Ever since Belle had sacrificed herself for him, she seemed to have melted into a part of his body. It


    had been branded into his bone marrow that would never be separated again. No one would be able to


    take her away from him. It was his determination to protect her.


    His eyes were as deep as the ocean, revealing an expression of determination.


    Steffan smoked his cigarette and didn''t say anything else.


    "Oh, you''re awake?" When Belle came in with the ss of water, she saw Steffan smoking two


    cigarettes and asked in surprise.


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    Steffan flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand and put it out.


    "Here, drink some water." Belle put the ss in front of him and said softly, "Do you have a headache?


    Don''t get drunk without any reason next time. It''s dangerous."


    Upon hearing this, he looked up and smiled gently at her. "Thank you, I''m fine now."


    "It''s good that you''re fine. You better not get drunk again," she warned softly. When she watched him


    obediently drink the water, she let out a sigh of relief.


    "Don''t worry, I won''t do it again," he promised in a serious tone.


    Calvin stood in front of the curtains, furrowing his brows. His facial features had been zed over with


    a faintyer of iciness.


    They were so familiar with each other that he felt a stab in his eyes and a pain in his heart.


    "Mr. Yintern, since you''re fine now and it''s gettingte, I''ll take my leave with Belle." He stepped


    forward and held Belle''s hand, his voice a bit stiff.


    "Okay, I''ll have to trouble you to help me send Dory back to the dormitory," Steffan said with a smile.


    For the past few days, Calvin had been living together with Belle. Steffan, ever the sensitive person,


    had long known about it. However, he had deliberately said so.


    Calvin''s face twitched. Without batting an eyelid, he wrapped his arm around Belle''s waist and said


    gently, "My wife, Mr. Yintern here isn''t a three-year-old child. He knows what he should do. Let''s go


    home first."


    He deliberately emphasized the words ''go home'', and then dragged Belle''s hand out.


    "If you have any difort, then call me at any time." Belle tried to dispense a couple of reminders to


    Steffan while being dragged away by Calvin.


    "Okay." Steffan smiled at her.


    Calvin''s expression froze. He quickened his pace as if there was poison on the floor. He quickly took


    Belle''s hand and left.


    Belle was driving the car at a fast speed. She was in a bad mood, her speech non-existent. Calvin also


    lost his sense of humor. He pulled a long face, as if he was sulking.


    Belle felt like the atmosphere was too suffocating, so she opened the window. The cold night wind blew


    on her face, sobering her up.


    "Are you that worried about him? Since the moment you heard that he was drunk, you have been


    anxious. Now that you''ve left, you are still worried about him. When have you ever been this worried


    about me?" Calvin''s voice was hard and bitter, mixed with resentment and grievance.


    Belle curled the corners of her mouth and took a deep look at him from the rearview mirror. She


    opened her mouth to speak, but she said nothing in the end.


    It was not until they came out of the car and he held her hand tightly that she felt a little less ill and at


    ease.


    After returning to the presidential suite, he simply did not hesitate to sit on the couch, refusing to clean


    himself.


    As Belle urged him to clean himself up, he left all the responsibility to Belle, including washing his face,


    washing his hands, changing his clothes, taking a bath... He imed that he couldn''t see with his bad


    vision, so he wanted Belle to serve him.


    At that time, Calvin was really like a child, grumbling and stubborn.


    Belle''s mouth curved into a smile as she looked up at the magnificent chandelier hanging over her


    head. She took a deep breath and lowered her gaze. Kneeling down in front of him, she reached out


    with her small hands to grab his hand. She said gently, "I feel guilty towards Steffan..."


    This was true. In Srirano, in Europe, she had lost all her memories, and she had no idea about her


    past. All alone, Steffan had stayed by her side, giving her a sense of security. Moreover, he had put his


    heart and soul into treating her well. How could she be indifferent when she saw him suffering because


    of her?


    Calvin closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. He felt a dull pain in his heart.


    At that moment, he truly felt the pain and unease in her heart.


    He reached out and held her tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to pull her into his body. "I''m sorry,


    Belle, I didn''t protect you well and made you suffer. I swear, I will never let you fall into such a dilemma


    again."


    Tears trickled down from the corner of Belle''s mouth.


    Calvin carried her towards the bed.


    He kissed her passionately and loved her until he entered her body, and gradually blended in with her.


    Only then did his heart calm down, and he felt his feelings for her were real.