Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 108 - - serve me

Her body couldn't be exposed to any more cold, otherwise, her gynecological condition would never improve!

Seeing that she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, Albert Wilson went downstairs to eat something, then ordered takeout for her and brought it back to the room. However, by midnight, she was still sound asleep. He looked at the now-cold takeout, grinding his teeth in frustration. Was this woman a pig? Could she really sleep until morning?

What frustrated him even more was that all night long, with her soft, fragrant body in his arms, he had wanted to kiss her countless times. Yet every time he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, he forcefully held back his desires.

The next morning, Cynthia woke up feeling well-rested, stretching lazily as she emerged from her dreams. But when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a man's foul expression above her. He had dark circles under his eyes, his gaze fierce, which contrasted sharply with her satisfied appearance.

He was leaning over her, staring at her with intense, smoldering eyes. Cynthia, feeling embarrassed, awkwardly greeted him.

"Heh, morning."

She had no idea how long he had been in this position or if she had slept in an awkward pose.

"It's not morning anymore," he replied gruffly.

"I've been waiting for you all night," he added.

She blinked, her eyes still sleepy, hazy, and slightly confused.

"Waiting for me for what?"

Her innocent and alluring look at that moment drove Albert Wilson crazy. With his body already reacting, he groaned softly, pressing himself down onto her. His voice was low and tense with desire.

"Waiting for you... to do this."

He said this as he pressed his body against hers, feeling the hard and soft contact. The softer one usually gives in first. Cynthia's head spun, her words stumbling out.

"I... I didn't eat last night. I'm a little hungry now. Can we go... eat first?"

He suddenly laughed softly in her ear, the sound carrying an air of smug satisfaction as if he had succeeded in a devious plan.

"Just right, I'm hungry too. I'll eat first, then take you downstairs to eat," he said, and without waiting for her reaction, he leaned down to capture her lips, indulging in a passionate kiss. Their bodies intertwined—his strong and hers slender—on the white bed, creating waves of desire and intimacy.

Finally, after satisfying himself, he took her out for a meal. The morning sunlight bathed the quiet little town, and a few pedestrians strolled leisurely down the street. This place was a far cry from the fast-paced, steel-and-concrete cities, filled instead with the lazy, old-world charm of the medieval era.

At around ten in the morning, which was said to be the best time for wine tasting, he took her to a quaint, romantically decorated little shop, claiming he wanted to try the local specialty, pink wine.

"Pink wine?" she asked, her eyes wide in surprise. After a pause, she looked at his handsome face and said, "But you, a big man, drinking pink wine..."

Maybe she was too conservative, but she couldn't shake the association of men and pink with thoughts of things like being gay.

He frowned slightly, his face darkening.

"Stop overthinking things. Don't you know me well enough to know what my preferences are?" he said, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

"Cough, cough—" she nearly choked on her own saliva, her mind suddenly flooded with images of their intimate moments in the hotel room. She quickly decided to brush it off.

The pink wine was as advertised, with a crisp and sweet taste, and a lingering subtle fragrance on the palate. Even she, who wasn't much of a wine drinker, found herself taking a few sips.

After drinking, her face flushed a soft pink, a warmth spreading through her from the inside out. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the care he had shown her over the past few days, she felt a warmth in her heart. With the gentle sunlight around them, she suddenly looked up at him and playfully said, "Albert Wilson, I want to go to the amusement park!"

Albert Wilson's lips twitched uncontrollably.

"Why go to a place like that? Isn't it better here, so peaceful and secluded from the world?"

What he actually wanted to say was, "That place is so childish, who wants to go there with you?"

He had always thought that with her personality, she would love this tranquil place the most. He never expected her to have a more adventurous and wild side, wanting to go to an amusement park to have fun!

"There's no reason, I just want to go..." she said, tugging at his arm, her fragrant body leaning closer to him as she softly pleaded.

Honestly, Cynthia didn't know what was happening to her. She just suddenly felt that the past twenty-something years of her life had been too repressed and heavy. She longed to let loose and indulge in the thrilling, exciting games at the amusement park.

Albert Wilson stood there, stunned. He had never seen her act this way before, looking so cute as she coquettishly asked. Her eyes were hazy, her red lips full and inviting, and her small face wore an expression full of longing, as if he were her whole world, and she was completely reliant on him.

He stood frozen, staring at her, muttering, "Alright."

She immediately broke into a bright smile, standing on tiptoe to lightly press a kiss on his slightly parted lips.

"Thank you!"

Then, she spun around and ran off like a happy child.

It was only after she disappeared from sight that Albert Wilson absentmindedly raised his hand to touch his lips, where he could still feel the soft trace of her kiss. The sensation lingered through his cold fingertips, sending a rush of warmth through his heart.

This quiet little town didn't have any modern amusement parks, so he had no choice but to take her to Paris. Originally, he had planned to stay a few more days in these peaceful places, but now, they were rushing back to Paris.

Paris had three major amusement parks: Disneyland, Parc Astérix, and the Parc de la Villette in the city. To Cynthia, Disneyland felt too childish, so it was the first to be ruled out.

He had given his opinion too, but his suggestion was: Since it's so hard to choose, why not just stay in the hotel and roll around in bed with him?

Reluctantly, she decided that for the first day, they would visit Parc de la Villette in the city center, and the second day, Parc Astérix. When she told this plan to the man, she only got a cold reply.

"You only have one day to play at the amusement park."

What a joke! Spend two days at such a childish place? He'd rather die! He was never afraid of anything, and in his eyes, those amusement park games were boring and childish. He couldn't understand how people could scream like that in fear.

Doused by his cold water, she glared at him in displeasure. He was lazily leaning against the wall, smoking. Seeing her look, both desolate and fierce, made him want to tease her.

He took a few deep drags of his cigarette, then with a wicked smile, moved closer. He slowly blew out a smoke ring towards her face and, with one hand, gently lifted her chin.

"Little girl, if you serve me well today, I'll let you play for two days."

In the dense smoke, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a carefree, bad-boy vibe, and a smile that could captivate anyone.

Maybe it was the overwhelming smoke that muddled her thoughts, but in that moment, Cynthia felt that behind the haze, the man was handsome, his features firm, and he struck a chord deep inside her heart.

The smoke was too thick, and it wasn't until Cynthia coughed from being choked by it that she snapped back to reality. Without hesitation, she grabbed a travel guide and threw it at his hand with all her strength. He quickly retreated, gritting his teeth and growling.

"You really did that?"

After that, he forcefully stubbed out the cigarette and lunged toward her. Cynthia didn't have time to dodge before he trapped her in the corner of the sofa, with the soft backrest behind her and his solid chest in front of her.

"Cough, cough—"

She swallowed hard, forcing a dry laugh, and stretched out her hands to push against his chest. Her usual habit of calling him by his full name shifted to a soft, intimate voice.

"Albert, w-what are you doing...?"

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