Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 107 - - a hobby?

Cynthia stared at him, her heart racing at his words. Her dazed eyes were filled with shock and disbelief as she gazed at him, as if trying to see through his heart, trying to figure out if his words were real or not.

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He said that his heart was racing for her? To be honest, after being with this man for over a year, she had never heard him, so proud and aloof, speak such touching words of love.

No matter how strong she was, she was still a woman, and her heart needed someone to carefully nurture and slowly melt it. So, in this moment, as his feelings poured out uncontrollably, her heart, as stubborn as a towering iceberg, cracked open just a little.

She continued to gaze at him without blinking, and he silently gazed back at her. For the first time, neither of them held any grudges or barriers, their eyes locked, as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only the person in front of them.

In a daze, she saw his lips draw near again, and she suddenly shut her eyes tightly, feeling his cool lips gently press against hers. This time, he wasn't as rough as before, but instead kissed her with tenderness, filled with pity, longing, and affection.

As they kissed, lost in the moment, a sudden burst of excited cheers came from the crowd around them. They pulled apart and saw that they were surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, both tourists and locals, all with smiles full of blessings.

Cynthia let out a surprised cry and buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to look up. Oh my god! Had their passionate moment just been live-streamed? These people were so bold! And had such a hobby?

But could they really blame them? After all, the two of them stood out so much in the crowd. The man, tall and broad-shouldered, was as handsome as a runway model, while the woman, with her graceful and balanced figure, exuded exceptional charm. Both held the reins of their horses, making them impossible to ignore.

Most importantly, they had just shared such a romantic and sweet kiss, and France, being a passionate and romantic country, made it impossible for the people around them not to be drawn in.

At that moment, the fiery clouds in the sky were fading, and Cynthia's small face turned bright red in the light. Albert Wilson took the reins from her small hand, grabbed both horses' reins, and pulled her close. With a gentle smile, he greeted the crowd while the shy woman in his arms refused to look up.

With a click, the sound of a camera shutter echoed in the air. Albert Wilson's face darkened, and with a raised brow, he coldly turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. There, he saw a man, likely a tourist, grinning as he walked toward them, holding a photo that he had just taken from the camera hanging around his neck.

Perhaps sensing Albert Wilson's displeasure, the man hurriedly waved his hand and explained in broken English,

"Sir, please don't be angry. I just thought the moment of you two embracing so affectionately was so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a picture. Actually, I came here to photograph the sunset clouds!"

The man's tone was sincere, and he really had come for photography. However, in his lens, two stunning figures had suddenly appeared—the man, handsome and carefree, and the woman, delicate and ethereal. The man gazed down lovingly at the woman in his arms, while she rested her head on his chest, smiling gently.

His finger itched, and in that moment, the picture was captured.

Albert Wilson saw that the man didn't mean any harm, so he reached out and took the photo, murmuring two words,

"Thank you!"

Little did he know, many years later, he would be searching the world for this man, just to find this photograph—the only trace of her left in the world, the only memory of her.

After returning to the hotel, Cynthia collapsed onto the large bed, feeling completely drained. She hadn't noticed how tired she was while riding on horseback, but now that she had a moment of rest, she realized her whole body ached.

Albert Wilson, hands in his pockets, followed her into the room. He glanced at her ungraceful position on the bed, and a fond smile spread across his handsome face before he went straight into the bathroom.

When he came back after running the bath, he found that the little woman was already half-asleep, her mind drifting toward dreamland. He walked over and leaned down to rest his face against hers. Her calm sleeping face made his voice soften as he spoke,

"Cynthia, it's time for a bath, then we'll have dinner."

She turned her head away in annoyance, half-conscious, mumbling,

"I'm so tired... I want to sleep... You go eat by yourself."

This woman is so lazy! Albert Wilson's lips twitched in frustration. He playfully slapped her behind, taking the opportunity to make a move,

"Even if you want to sleep, you still need to take a bath. You've sweated so much from riding all day..."

More importantly, he didn't want to sleep next to a sweaty, sticky body. She had been so beautiful today that it made his heart race. He was hoping to hold her close tonight, and not just to sleep.

To his surprise, the little woman just slapped his naughty hand away in annoyance, then turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.

Gritting his teeth, he picked her up by the waist and headed toward the bathroom. The sudden lift made Cynthia stir awake, her blurry eyes wide with confusion as she asked,

"Albert Wilson, what are you doing?"

He smiled mischievously, arching his brows, and leaned down to her lips,

"Giving you a bath."

Instantly, all traces of sleep vanished from her eyes. She struggled to get away from him,

"No, no need! I'll do it myself!"

Why is this man so perverted? She had already said she wasn't going to take a bath, so why was he forcing her? If he cared that much about her not bathing, he could sleep on the sofa!

"Since you're so tired, I'm more than happy to help you," he replied with a smirk.

He completely ignored her struggle, wrapping his long arms tightly around her and carrying her into the bathroom. It was only then that she realized he had already run a bath in the tub.

As soon as he set her down, she quickly backed away, hugging her arms tightly around herself and standing against the wall with a sheepish smile.

"Albert Wilson, I'm not tired or sleepy anymore. I can wash up on my own. After I finish, we'll go downstairs for dinner!" she said urgently and anxiously, wishing he would just leave the bathroom.

"Okay!" he agreed without hesitation, then began undressing while adding, "You can soak in the bath while I take a shower. We can wash up together, and it'll save time!"

"..."

Cynthia was completely speechless, stunned as she watched him strip off his clothes. Just as he was about to remove the last piece of his clothing, she snapped back to reality, screamed, and rushed out of the bathroom.

Behind her, she heard him laughing loudly and without restraint. She pressed her hand to her burning face, biting her lip in frustration. Did he have some kind of exhibitionist kink? Why did he enjoy undressing in front of women so much?

Albert Wilson, in a great mood, continued showering. He absolutely loved the way her face had turned red, her heart racing. It was much cuter than her usual cold and distant demeanor. If he could see her like this every day, that wouldn't be too bad.

When he finished his shower and stepped out of the bathroom, he saw her rushing past him, clutching her clothes, and then heard the bathroom door being locked from the inside. He grinned, clearly enjoying himself.

After confirming that she was finally safe, Cynthia weakly began to undress, intending to take a bath. She glanced at the large bathtub and eagerly climbed in.

The warm water quickly seeped into her skin, spreading throughout her body, soothing her internal organs. The exhaustion from riding all day gradually faded away. She sighed in contentment and sank a little deeper into the water.

She was already exhausted, and the recent events had forced her to hold on, but now that her body was feeling at ease, her consciousness slowly started to drift into a drowsy haze.

On the other side, Albert Wilson had been fully dressed for a while, but he still hadn't seen her leave the bathroom. After checking himself in the mirror and realizing how ridiculous he looked, he walked impatiently to the bathroom door.

"Cynthia, how long are you planning to stay in there?" he called out.

There was a long silence, and no response came. He began to feel uneasy and quickly knocked on the door, his voice trembling slightly.

"Cynthia?"

Still no reply.

His expression changed, and the worry in his heart grew stronger. Damn it, she had locked the door when she went in. He frowned and stepped back, then kicked open the bathroom door. He was shocked to find her lying in the tub, her head tilted as she slept deeply.

He rushed forward, reached into the water, and pulled her out. The water had already turned cold, and her body was slightly chilled. Wrapping her in a nearby towel, he quickly carried her to the bed and tucked her in.

He stared at her deeply sleeping face, his teeth clenched. He was beginning to think that when they returned home, he should insist that she move in with him. That way, at least she wouldn't fall asleep in the bath like Wilson did!