Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 261 Enormous Pressure

“Rosa, when will your father come to A City?" Martin's voice was very soft.

"He will definitely come at the New Year's dinner party." Rosa replied shyly.

"Well", Martin sighed, stopped talking, and lowered his head to kiss Rosa again.

Sure enough, Martin was asking about Rosa’s father again. What was this guy thinking?

"Ahem." Belle coughed deliberately.

They two jumped away quickly, looking so flustered.

"Belle, have you come back from the hospital?" Seeing Belle standing in front of her, Rosa was

blushed, feeling very embarrassed. She touched the messy hair with her hand, and asked.

Martin was even more embarrassed.

"Yeah," Belle smiled and nodded. She jokingly said, "You two are so loving." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Belle, don't make fun of me. Is Mr. Hudson feeling better?" Rosa lightly ran to Belle’s side, held her

arm, and asked with concern.

Belle opened her mouth and was about to speak, but felt a gaze looking at her. When she looked up,

she saw Martin looking at her with eager anticipation on his face. Then Belle shut up.

"Belle, uncle should be getting better, right? We all expect him to stand up." Seeing that Belle stopped

talking, Martin asked with concern.

Belle forced a faint smile. Her face was calm as usual. Then she shook her head, sighed, and said

lightly, "His illness is incurable. He will be like that in this life."

"It's too pitiful. Mr. Hudson, who used to be so majestic, has become like this overnight. It's really sad."

Rosa said, feeling regrettable, "Belle, you're tired too. Let's go back first."

Belle pulled Rosa’s hand away and said softly, "Rosa, you go back first. I have something to talk with

Martin today. Don't worry. I'll be fine in a while."

"Okay, then I'll go first. I'll be waiting for you upstairs." Belle smiled happily and walked away from them

lightly.

Martin looked at Rosa’s distant back, and the look in his eyes was clear.

"Belle, do you have anything to talk with me? Well, did you just come back from the hospital?" Martin

asked unnaturally after looking away.

"Martin, do you remember what I said to you last time?" After Rosa left, Belle put away the smile on her

face and asked coldly.

"What?" Martin pretended not to understand.

"Do you have a little conscience? Rosa is really simple and can't stand you to play with her feelings.

Don't hurt an innocent girl casually, okay?" Seeing Martin playing dumb, Belle condemned, "I don't

know what your purpose is for approaching her, but I will never allow you to hurt her."

Belle's stern words finally made Martin face the question seriously.

He swallowed, and said in a very serious tone, "Belle, I never thought of hurting her. I'm serious, After

this prison incident, I also figured it out. I just want to find a good girl to marry, have our children, and

then live a normal life. Rosa is a good girl. I really want to marry her."

Martin looked at the lights in the distance. There was an irrepressible desire in his eyes, which was the

instinct of human nature for beautiful things.

Belle frowned, looking at him inquisitively.

"Then, do you love her?" she asked with a frown.

"Love?" Martin suddenly laughed, "Belle, you are so naïve. How many couples in this world really get

married because of love? The most dispensable thing in this world is love. I really want to marry Rosa."

Martin smiled casually when he said this.

"Martin, shame on you. I didn't expect that you really want to play with Rosa’s feelings, and the reason

is so high-sounding." Belle was so furious. She gritted her teeth and cursed.

"Enough." The smile on Martin's face disappeared. His voice suddenly became cold. He stared at Belle

and the look in his eyes was even colder, "Belle, you are too naïve. I didn't expect you would still be so

naïve after going through so many things. Tell you, I won’t hurt Rosa. I really want to marry her. I will let

her be my wife. I will stay with her for a lifetime. She will also have children for me. We will be like every

married couple to live. Isn’t it good for her?"

Was this his reason? He didn't love Rosa, but would marry her, just for some purpose?

"Okay, let me ask you, can you give her happiness?" The anger on Belle's face was so obvious. A man

who couldn't give a woman happiness actually wanted to marry the woman? This was too playful.

"What is happiness? Do you understand now?" Martin asked back.

"This..." Belle was at a loss for a moment.

"A woman's happiness is definitely not what you think. Do you think this is good for her? Do you know

what a woman really needs?" Belle quickly reacted and asked angrily again.

Seeing her angrily questioning him, Martin suddenly laughed.

"Belle, look at yourself, who are you now? A divorced woman! Others still think that the reason why you

still stay at your ex-husband's home and fight against the mistress is because you are reluctant to

leave the wealthy family. This is the happiness brought by the so-called love? Do you really think this is

good to you? Is this the so-called love you pursue?"

Although Martin was a bit excessive, what he said was real. She, the woman who pursued love, was

actually a failed woman.

Belle’s face turned pale. She swayed, and couldn't say a word again. She pursed her red lips tightly.

Martin's words touched her sore spot.

"Belle, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn after getting so many blows. I already warned you, but if

you don't listen, then you will be kicked out of Harvey Mansion by Lexie." Martin said with a sneer and

put his hands in his trouser pockets, with a look of ridicule and disdain, "Actually, I love you so much. I

really can't bear to see you sad, but I have no ways. You just don't want to accept my love."

Martin shrugged, looking helpless.

Hearing what he said, Belle felt so sick and wanted to vomit. He actually had the face to say such

words.

"Martin." Belle snorted, "Are you worthy of saying love? You have never really loved a person. You

have never understood what love is. You even take advantage of your fiancée and deceive her

feelings. You are too selfish. You only think about yourself. How can someone like you understand

love? You’re not qualified to talk about love. Don't say something like love in front of me again. I feel

sick. If you really have a little bit of love in your heart, how could you be so greedy that you planned to

kill my father? How could you associate with others to harm me?"

Belle glared at Martin. The anger in her eyes was going to kill Martin.

The fear flashed on Martin's face. Ethan's case had become his nightmare. As long as he thought

about it, he would wake up in the middle of the night and shudder.

He looked bad. Then he dropped his head, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Martin, I ask you, in the criminal investigation reception room that day, the 'those people' you said

would not let me go. I want to know who those people are referring to? Lexie? How did you know that?

What else do you know?" Belle didn't intend to let him go. She stopped him and asked coldly.

"No, I don't know anything. Those are just my guesses." Martin stopped, paused, and said slowly.

"You know." Belle said with great certainty, "We were classmates in college. You and Lexie have been

in close contact with each other over the years. I have seen the two of you together several times."

"We are not the cut from the same cloth." Hearing Belle mentioning Lexie, Martin felt more panicked.

So he quickly denied it.

"What do you mean?" Belle asked deliberately, "Could it be that you really have something to hide from

us?"

"No." Martin knew that he spilled the beans, and quickly changed his words, "We were just normal

classmates. You should know that I have always hated her."

"Really? I hope so." Belle looked at his face and said coldly, "Martin, I warn you again, if you still want

to use Rosa and play with her feelings, I will not let you go."

Martin was already flustered at this time. He didn't want to stop, then he turned around and hurried

away.

Looking at his back, Belle narrowed her eyes.

The phone rang at this time. Belle picked it up and saw that it was Lexie’s call.

Belle’s heart sank.

"Hello." She answered the phone with a sullen face and spoke indifferently.

"Belle, it's me." Lexie smiled gloomily on the phone. Her voice was very clear.

"What's the matter?" Belle's face was cold.

"What's the matter?" Lexie smiled and said coldly, "Belle, could it be that you really forgot the deal

between us?"

Belle clenched the phone and was shaking, unable to say a word for a long time.

"Could it be that you regretted it now? Or can't you just unable to leave Calvin?" Lexie asked sharply

when she didn’t get Belle’s answer.

"No! It’s not time yet!" Belle said guiltily.

"It's not time yet? It's already the eighth day today. He didn't answer my phone calls, or didn't even visit

me. Didn’t you say that he has changed his mind and is about to marry me?" Lexie asked with a sneer.

"You should be clear about his character. These things can't be rushed." Belle's voice was dull.