Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 225 See Rhys Again

"Who is he drinking with?"

"Me." Albie said little vaguely. It seemed that he also drank a lot, "He drank, no..."

Albie said a lot.

"Where?" Belle knew that the drinker was either talking non-stop or not speaking, so she interrupted

him and asked unhappily.

"In the private room of VISAGE." Albie was still able to speak clearly. He immediately said out the

address, "Calvin is so drunk that he can't drive. Ask the driver to come over. You'd better come over to

comfort him. It looks like he really misses you. He keeps calling your name."

Hearing this, Belle fell silent and hung up the phone.

When Belle looked up, she found that VISAGE was not far from here.

After thinking for a while, Belle turned around the car and drove towards VISAGE.

In the private room, Calvin's face was flushed. He was lying in the bathroom, vomiting. Although Albie

was not drunk yet, he was still dizzy.

When Belle walked in, the bad air in the room made her sick. She almost vomited out.

"Where's Calvin?" She walked in and asked Albie who was leaning back on the couch.

Albie's cheeks were slightly red. He leaned back on the couch, burping. The velvet coat was thrown

aside by him. The scene looked so messy.

Belle walked in, full of anger, searching for Calvin.

Albie smiled and joked, "It seems that you still care about Calvin. Then his feelings to you isn’t in vain."

"Boring." Belle frowned. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger.

"Belle, it seems that you have changed a lot. I remember when we were still classmates, you were not

so capable." Albie smiled and looked at her.

"Where's Calvin? If you don't tell me, I'll leave." Belle didn't have time to talk to him. She just wanted to

leave quickly. Anyway, Calvin's friends were all bad. When Albie was in college, he was shrewd, and

was good at coaxing female students to be happy. It was obvious that he was a playboy.

"Take it easy. You are really just like Calvin. You two are so impatient." Albie smiled and pointed to the

bathroom, saying helplessly, "He is drunk and is in there."

Hearing this, Belle looked at the bathroom door. It was closed. There seemed to be a faint sound of

vomiting. She asked angrily, "He's drunk. But why aren't you drunk?"

"Me?" Albie laughed when he heard it, "Although he is better than me in everything, he isn’t good at

drinking. What do I do? A public official! Sometimes, I have to drink with criminals. How can I get drunk

so easily?"

Belle pouted and said nothing.

But her face was full of anger. Since he wasn't drunk, why would he ask her to come over?

"Belle, Calvin is drunk. I can only call you. If he has any accidents, how can I explain to you? You also

know that he is so stubborn. If he wants to drive by himself, I can't stop him. Besides, he is so strong. I

can't knock him down at all." Albie seemed to see her thoughts. He burped and explained.

"What? Don't drink if you can’t." Belle replied angrily. But she heard Calvin's vomiting sound from the

bathroom. She felt a little nervous.

"You still care about him." Albie stared at her. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He put his hand

on the back of the couch and tapped gently. Soon a moving smile appeared on his face.

In college, he was very wise not to pursue her, otherwise he would be so embarrassed.

"Who cares about him?" Belle was blushed slightly. She blurted out, turned and walked outside,

covering up the embarrassment well.

"Waiter, bring two bowls of hangover soup." Belle called to the waiter outside. When she turned back, a

tall figure was standing behind her. She was startled and took a step back, feeling a little surprised.

"Haha." Albie stood behind her and laughed, "Belle, don't be afraid. I have something to tell you."

"What?" Belle widened her eyes. This guy was unpredictable. His behavior was really comparable to

Calvin.

"Belle, I know about your father's death. I'm also very sorry for that. But please rest assured. Calvin will

definitely give you an explanation about this matter. It won't be too long." Albie said sincerely. He was

also quite sorry for Ethan's death.

Belle lowered her head silently.

"Belle, Belle." Calvin walked out of the bathroom, staggering. Seeing Belle and Albie standing together,

he dragged Albie aside. Then he hugged Belle and kissed her face.

Belle was startled.

"Crazy! Let me go."

Albie was watching them here. Belle was embarrassed and anxious. She was so uncomfortable,

struggling to push him away.

But this reckless man was really strong. Belle was tightly enclosed by him. She could smell the alcohol

in his breath. Belle kept struggling. They two were pushing and pulling in the room.

"Haha." Albie laughed boldly, "Belle, I'll leave him to you. If you can't subdue him, just call Lennox to

arrange for someone to come. I still have something to do. I have to go."

After Albie finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the private room, which was very fast. Belle

really doubted that he got drunk or not, or made Calvin drunk on purpose.

"Belle, be good. Don't move. Let me kiss you." Calvin hugged her, giggling, full of alcohol.

"Don't touch me. Bastard." Belle shouted sharply in anger.

"Belle, don't do this to me. I really didn’t bail Martin." Calvin didn’t lose his mind. He muttered while

holding Belle. Just when he said this, he felt sick again. He turned and fell over. Then he vomited on

the couch again.

The vomit splashed all over Belle. The unpleasant stomach acid wafted into Belle's nose. She covered

her mouth and almost vomited it out.

Belle hurriedly took out her mobile phone and made a call. After a while, Dante and Aydin came over.

"Come on, give him this bowl of hangover soup first." Belle said to the two of them.

Calvin was lying on the couch at this time. Although he was still talking vaguely, he still held her hand

tightly.

It took a lot of effort for Belle to pull out her hand.

Holding the hangover soup, pinching his nose, Belle forcefully poured this bowl of hangover soup into Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

his mouth. After a while, Calvin fell asleep.

"Send him back to Harvey Mansion first." Belle wiped the vomit stuff on her body with a tissue and said.

"Okay." The two walked out with Calvin.

Belle checked the things in the room. After making sure that nothing was left, she also walked outside.

The night was dark. The lights of the city were mottled and scattered, reflecting the variety of life. How

prosperous and vicissitudes!

"Belle." As soon as Belle walked out of the gate of VISAGE and walked towards the parking lot, a low

and sexy voice came from a quiet corner.

It was familiar.

Belle stopped. She was sluggish for a moment, and her eyes were even more confused.

"Belle." The nice voice of the man behind her sounded again.

Belle turned around slowly.

Rhys was standing under the street lamps in front of her. He was wearing a long trench coat, which

was simple and casual, with a gray towel around his neck. With his aristocratic temperament, he was

low-key, perfect, elegant, free and easy. Standing quietly under the dim street lamps, he looked so

different and unique.

"Rhys, you're here." Belle couldn't help showing joy on her face.

After receiving the email from him that night, Belle forgot about it.

She didn't remember until she saw him.

"Belle, it's been a long time. Let's have a talk." Rhys shrugged with a warm smile on his face.

He was radiant. Although he couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes, it didn't affect his handsome face

at all.

"Okay." Belle nodded, smiled, and felt a trace of apology.

They two walked side by side along the city streets.

"Rhys, when did you arrive at A City?" Belle asked with a smile.

"Just arrived." Rhys blinked and said mockingly, "Look, I came to see you as soon as I came to A City.

But you have already forgotten me."

He forced a smile, which was reluctant and helpless.

"How come!" Belle smiled wit guilty and was busy denying it. But even if she didn't forget it, she should

have put it aside. Her life was in a mess, so there was no time for her to think about others.

"Belle, I know it." Rhys mocked himself. If a woman cared about a man she loved, how come that she

didn’t contact him for a few months?

Obviously, this was not possible.

Judging from her current situation, she still hadn't moved on. Everything was not like what he thought.

"Rhys, what are you going to do in A City?" Belle wanted to ask him why he came to A City, but it was

too rude, as if he shouldn't have come. So she asked this question.

"It's nothing. I just worry about you." He smiled and spoke softly.

Belle blushed and said, "Rhys, I'm fine. You really don't have to worry about me."

Having said that, she lowered her head and involuntarily touched her belly.

Was she really fine? The helpless smile appeared on her face.

"Belle, you're not looking very well. Are you okay?" Rhys looked at her pale and sallow face. The smile

on her face seemed a little lonely and desolate. Rhys felt sad, so he asked.

Belle felt moved. She wanted to cry. For fear that tears would flow down, she just lowered her head.

She forced a smile, "I’m really fine. It’s just I have to take care of my mother recently, so I am a little

tired."