Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 109 - - Who said I can’t handle it?

He just stared at her did not say, in the past he only touched the body of rich women, after all, in the relationship between men and women without love, that hot body is the best flirtation/flirtation agent.

But now look at her this pair of lean and thin body without a few two meat appearance, he actually feel incomparably sexy, burning eyes along her small face all the way down, beautiful abrupt collarbone, slender arms, long legs, white long fingers, and that ... small pair of breasts.

Her breasts are not too big and not too small, just enough for him to control with the palm of one hand, like her person occasionally stubborn and upright, occasionally soft and well-behaved, so that he can't stop wanting to cherish, never thought that one day he would feel that a woman with small breasts is also so sexy and charming.

Along with his eyes wherever he went, his big hands also can't help but lovingly stroked over every inch of her skin, Cynthia was shocked by his look and shrank there without moving, she thought he was out of his mind, why would he suddenly be so warm and affectionate when he was always tough in love affairs?

Albert Wilson slowly lowered his body slowly tightened his embrace until all of her body into the embrace, only then ambushed in her ear gently pouting breath.

'See how I will punish you!'

What he was really thinking in his mind was: Let me show you tonight, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow! Going to the amusement park? Just stay in the hotel and get some sleep!

The strong scent of smoke, lingering from his cigarette, mixed with his burning lips and spread across her body. Cynthia felt dizzy, her head spinning. She wanted to push him away but found herself powerless, instead sinking deeper into his tenderness.

At the height of passion, she clung to his strong arm, softly whispering in his ear,

"Albert Wilson, don't smoke so much in the future, it's bad for your health..."

Her gentle reminder instantly shattered all of his resolve. As his heart raced wildly, he suddenly surged forward, releasing himself with fierce intensity, then collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

The next day, when Albert Wilson was shaken awake from a pleasant dream, his handsome face was dark with irritation, his voice thick with morning grumpiness,

"What is it?"

"Aren't we supposed to go to the amusement park today?"

Cynthia stood at the bedside, persistently shaking him.

He was utterly exhausted, and with great difficulty, he opened his eyes. Upon seeing the refreshed woman in front of him, his face darkened even more,

"Do you still have the energy to go to the amusement park?"

Cynthia looked completely innocent.

"Why don't you have the strength?"

Although he had kept her up most of the night, and she was exhausted and drained this morning, the thought of going to the amusement park later made her feel invigorated. She sprang out of bed as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

However, by the time she finished washing up and got dressed, the man was still lying on the bed, fast asleep. His sleeping position was anything but graceful—he sprawled across the entire bed in a big "X," taking up all the space. She had to carefully escape from his grasp.

Albert Wilson, fuming with anger, gritted his teeth and reached out with a long arm to pull her back onto the bed. He pinned her struggling little head down and captured her soft red lips in a kiss.

Cynthia was caught completely off guard. Her freshly tidied clothes were ripped open, and her neatly styled hair was tousled. If she hadn't fought with all her might to escape, she would've probably been fully taken advantage of first thing in the morning.

By the time the man reluctantly finished getting ready, and they took a taxi to the amusement park, it was nearly 10 AM. Cynthia, who usually had endless patience, was about to lose her mind, wanting to kick him in the back for being so slow.

At the amusement park, Cynthia hurriedly went to buy tickets, while the man lazily trailed behind her, dragging his feet and doing everything he could to delay. Cynthia decided to ignore him and rushed inside to buy the tickets herself.

The first ride they tried was the inverted looping roller coaster, which was said to be the most thrilling and exciting ride in the park. Once they were done with this, everything else would seem like child's play.

Although the screams from the roller coaster above continued to echo in the air, there was still a long line of people waiting below. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder about their emotions.

After a long wait, when it was finally their turn, Cynthia grabbed his hand and got on. Like everyone else, she screamed in fear, shouting and howling, but gradually, she calmed down. Eventually, she even dared to open her eyes and glance at the scenery below.

However, what Cynthia didn't expect was that when they got off the roller coaster, the man immediately covered his mouth and rushed to a nearby trash can, throwing up violently. His face turned as pale as a sheet.

What... what is going on?

She froze in shock, unable to comprehend the situation. Although she was scared on the ride too, she didn't end up like... this. Could it be that he's afraid of heights?

Realizing this, she quickly stepped forward to support him and gently patted his back to help him feel better.

"Albert Wilson, are you okay? Do you... do you have a fear of heights?"

Albert Wilson felt like his insides were being twisted out of him, and he couldn't care less about arguing with her. He wasn't afraid of heights, but every dive, every twist, every inversion on the roller coaster made him feel utterly out of control, and the feeling of helplessness almost drove him mad!

Though it only lasted a minute or two, that gut-wrenching sensation seemed to stretch on for an eternity. When the ride finally stopped, he thought he might collapse and die right there!

Looking around at the crowd, he noticed no one seemed to be quite as affected as him. Some people were pale from fear, and there were even some girls crying, but as for throwing up, he seemed to be the first one. He probably was the first and the last, too.

Fuming with anger, he couldn't even complain to save face. He growled at the guilty party standing nearby, still stunned.

"Why aren't you going to buy a bottle of water?"

After yelling, he weakly staggered over to a nearby bench and collapsed onto it, clutching his churning stomach.

"Oh, okay..."

Scared by his shout, Cynthia stuck out her tongue and hurried off to buy the water.

As she walked toward the stall, she suddenly thought of something. Could it be... that he was actually terrified? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a laugh. A grown man, afraid of that?

She nearly laughed herself silly on the way there, but when she returned with the water and saw his pale and defeated face, she forced herself to suppress her laughter. She handed him the water, sat beside him, took a sip, and casually said,

"If you can't handle it, you can just wait for me here. I'll do the other rides by myself—"

"Who said I can't handle it?"

He suddenly turned around and glared at her, his voice sharp and angry.

She blinked innocently and pointed at him.

"Uh... well, look at you right now..."

With him throwing up like this, how could he still want to keep playing? She didn't want to be accused of murder. If the outside world found out that the esteemed president of BGIG had been scared to death by a roller coaster, a bunch of people would probably lose their minds.

"What's wrong with me now? Did I say I'm not continuing?"

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He continued firing off at her like he'd eaten gunpowder. She had no strength to resist and could only raise both hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, you can continue playing..."

She said softly, but secretly lowered her head and smirked. So you want to keep showing off, huh? Fine. Let me pick another thrilling ride to make your legs go weak!

The man shot her a cold glare, snorted, and stood up first. After drinking some water, he probably regained his strength. Cynthia followed behind him in high spirits. After all that screaming, she felt much better.

As they passed the roller coaster they had just ridden, Cynthia noticed a group of people gathered around a small kiosk, pointing at something. Curious, she slipped in to see what was going on.

It turned out that each ride had cameras at certain spots, taking pictures of the riders. They snapped photos of everyone in the rows, and she quickly found the photo of their row. Seeing his expression, she couldn't help but laugh.

Meanwhile, Albert Wilson was walking ahead. When he suddenly realized he couldn't see her anymore, he felt a jolt of alarm and quickly turned around to look for her. However, all he could see was a crowd, and he couldn't spot her slim figure anywhere.

His heart suddenly felt like it had been lightly pierced by something, a wave of pain spreading throughout his chest. The pain wasn't fatal, but it made him feel uneasy.