Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 142

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Calvin

He’d asked the question about her having her memories back because he needed to know the answer to what he’d seen upstairs and just how much she recalled. A part of him had been very happy to hear that the remembered their life together in full. Now they could start working on coming back together.

Though he’d not liked hearing about the pain she still suffered from the car accident all those years ago, or seeing her take pain relief for it either, for her to do that with him right there, it must mean she had pain that

couldn’t be managed right this minute.

But he had snapped his mouth shut when she’d yelled at him to ‘shut it‘. He had no right to chastise her is what she was saying. And she was right, he’d caused all of this to happen to her. She’d had that accident when trying to call him, so technically it was his fault that she was scarred and broken, in pain years later.

Then, seeing her get out of his car and the way she could barely put her foot down and walk on it, he’d not liked that at all, not once in all the times he’d seen her, months ago here in Houston, or over the past week out at Cliffside had she let on that she had residual pain. He’d never seen her limp or even rub her leg or

ankle as if she was in pain.

She hid it from everyone or maybe that was why he always saw her sitting where possible. That would help her to stop people seeing her pain.

She’d clearly overworked it on all those stairs and when his eyes moved to it as she shut the door, he could see it was swollen as if she’d sprained it. She couldn’t walk on it, it had taken them 35 minutes to get from Wil’s place to his and that had been enough time for her ankle to swell and stiffen. He wasn’t about to let her walk on it either. That would likely only cause her more pain and worsen the swelling. So, he did what he

should.

Picked her up and carried her, let her struggle to be put down but refused to put her down. Even when she refused to press the button to take them up to his apartment in her effort to get him to put her down, he knew that’s what it was. She was, it appeared, as stubborn as he was. Luke, his doorman even recognised her; he may have called her Marilyn Riddley.

But Calvin had never once brought a woman here to his apartment. The only woman, bar the cleaning lady and his direct family members, to come here had been Marrin. This man had been here when they’d been married, and had seen her lot addressed her many times, he supposed. He’d also likely seen the battle that had gone on between them six months ago.

wasn’t

Calvin also knew that Luke and the other doorman would have heard him and Wil discuss it in all likelihood, that Marilyn was Marrin and just didn’t recall who she was. So he understood who she actually was to him and had greeted her as he once would have, with familiarity and a friendly smile. Even though happy right this minute, she also greeted him back, stated his name in a more friendly tone, than what Calvin himself was getting from her right that minute.

The fact that he was also carrying her probably spoke volumes as well. She’d finally given up struggling against him and just gone quiet, though putting her in his bed, wasn’t what she thought it was, it was just the closest room to the front door to his apartment. His words to her, however, were honest, and he had a feeling now that she had all her memories back. She knew he would do as he said.

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He’d just told her he would love her like she deserved to be loved, and truly meant it. Thou seduce her was a full bluff on his part, he didn’t think she would know that. He saw his man two of them and nodded to her as he headed off to make up an Icepack for her ankle to help bring the swelling down.

He watched his mother step into that room with her and didn’t interrupt, though his father was watching him “Son?” he asked.

“It’s fine, I didn’t touch her. Just helped her up here. Although she was unhappy about it,” he sighed. “It will be fine.” He reassured his father and took that cold pack to his bedroom. His mother was sitting on the bed next to her, and they were talking. He saw her eyes move right towards him, and he held that ice pack up for her to see and then placed it on her swollen ankle.

He saw her flinch and didn’t know if it was pain from being touched or just from the cold of the pack. Til go and get a bandage to strap it when that pack comes off.” He told her and walked out of the room. He wanted to be the one to sit there next to her but would let it be his mother. Which would give her time to calm down and maybe see that he was genuine about wanting to help her. He checked on the twins and asked his father how they had been.

“Well–behaved boys. They liked the fireworks but were crashed out by 10pm,” his dad told him. “Marilyn kind of looks like Marrin right now, dressed the same. How are you handling that?” he was asked.

“Fine, because she is Marrin.” He held his hand up to his father. ““She remembers everything, tore strips off me already, and she packs a hell of a punch,” he touched his cheek. “Slapped me real good before tearing me a new one.” he nodded “I didn’t even know what to say or do with that.”

“I know, and it didn’t even cross my mind to retaliate. I was just completely shocked by it is all. Lucky it was open–handed, or she might have loosened some teeth, stronger than I knew.” He shook his head. “Likely she also needed it.”

“Probably got more hits coming, you know that right.” his father sighed, “If she recalls everything, and has all the knowledge of why you did what you did.”

“She does,” he stated, but he didn’t think she would hit him again. She wasn’t as far as he knew a violent person, and she knew he wasn’t. If he’d been mad about something, he just got up and walked away from her. Like she’d stated left their bed and not gone near her in weeks after that one time she’d tried to kiss him. But he’d never really had cause to be mad at her during their marriage, had argued with her when she was Marrin Huxley during that deal he was trying to make, when buying out that company she’d been part of. But that was business talk, business arguing was not considered the same thing at all. Just the two of them butting heads as they both tried to get what they had wanted. The best deal for themselves, it was to be expected.

he’d smiled at That deal had been struck, and they’d had to come to a full compromise on somethings, her the day it was done, and shook her hand. He recalled telling her, “I see why you’re the one they put in charge of this deal.” And he had seen why. She could just sit and say nothing, shake her head and refuse to do anything.

Lay out what she wanted and had once stated during their deal “I can sit and stare at you for days, like your doing me, you won’t win, you have no idea how long I can hold out. I have got nothing. I have always had

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