Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 135 - - What party?

"I couldn't come back? If I hadn't, who knows how many more squids you'd have ruined by now!"

She immediately fell silent, pulling the blanket higher to cover herself as she shrank against the headboard. His suggestive gaze swept over her, hidden under the blanket, and then he smiled.

"What are you hiding for? I must have seen it countless times last night!"

After saying that, he deliberately stepped forward and yanked the blanket off her, causing her to panic and cover herself, screaming in fright. Please! He had an exhibitionism fetish, but she didn't!

"Master, Madam, it's time for breakfast," came Fredy's voice from outside, stifling a laugh.

Cynthia froze in fear, not daring to move or scream again. Taking advantage of her stillness, he pounced on her, pinning her on the bed.

His hard masculine body pressed tightly against her soft, delicate frame. Unable to hold back, the man let out a low growl, and a certain part of him, already standing, grew even more erect. Cynthia, feeling embarrassed, quickly said,

"Albert Wilson, stop it! Fredy is waiting for us to go downstairs for breakfast!"

He sucked on her pale neck, wickedly teasing her,

"A tempting, delicious breakfast is right in front of you, why bother going downstairs to eat?"

Cynthia, of course, understood what he meant. She tried to push him away, but couldn't. Frustrated, she bit her lip and glared at him. She was so exhausted; her body felt like it had been broken apart, especially her calves—just moving slightly felt like they were about to cramp.

She had no idea where he got so much energy from. Her body, being trained in dance, was quite flexible, but this annoying man tortured her with all kinds of perverse positions. She couldn't escape; her body was being twisted and manipulated by him. The so-called soul-stirring sensation he spoke of, she had indeed experienced it all night.

Seeing her looking both angry and helpless, yet unable to do anything, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, his eyes and brows catching the bright morning sunlight, making him look irresistibly handsome.

Cynthia didn't even know where she found the strength. Perhaps it was really his smile that made her want to collapse. She reached out, shoved him off her, and quickly escaped to the bathroom.

The warm water ran down as she silently washed herself. Her fair skin was covered with the marks he had left behind. At that moment, she felt a flutter of joy in her heart.

Being with the person she liked and doing such things felt like a sweet happiness...

After getting herself together, she went downstairs. He was sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper, his strong build and solid muscles, paired with the attractive lines of his body, displayed in a warm beige casual outfit that revealed a rare, tender side of him.

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As she watched him, her heart gradually warmed. He gave her a completely different feeling than Vincent. Vincent made her feel safe, while he made her heart race in confusion...

Being with him, though she initially hesitated, many things later weren't actually forced by him. For instance, her first time, those seven passionate nights, that purple-hued trip...

Now, when she thought back on it, it seemed that he was more tender than cold toward her. Most of the time, it was he who was frustrated and upset by her actions. She couldn't understand his original intent in marrying her.

It seemed that he sensed her gaze, as he looked up from the newspaper and shot her a look, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. He put down the newspaper, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair. After sizing her up from head to toe, he finally spoke in a low voice,

"Don't wear this color again."

She was wearing a sapphire blue loungewear set, which highlighted her clear, aloof demeanor. She seemed to favor such cool-toned clothes, especially sapphire blue.

She did look good in them, but the color always reminded him of that sly fox, Xiao Si. He felt that their personalities matched better, and this thought made him extremely displeased.

"Why?"

She looked down at her clothes and walked over.

"No reason. When you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken. When you marry a dog, you follow the dog. You're my woman, so you have to wear colors that suit me!"

He lifted his chin defiantly, making his declaration with dominance.

"Tch, so overbearing!"

She felt a bit embarrassed by his words and quickly looked down, pulling out a chair to sit.

That "You're my woman" made her heart race. Suddenly, she thought: Shouldn't love mean not holding back? Shouldn't love mean not worrying about the outcome?

She stared blankly at the food in front of her, and his voice casually reached her ears.

"There's a party tonight. You should come with me."

She paused for a moment, then looked up and asked,

"What party?"

"An internal one at BlackRock."

He elegantly ate his breakfast and glanced at her. Monica and the others couldn't stand the old man's nagging after just a few days in the U.S., so they all hurried back.

She furrowed her brows, feeling a bit troubled.

"I don't want to go..."

To be honest, she really didn't enjoy attending such parties. A large group of people she didn't know—what's fun about that? Moreover, she was the type who took a while to warm up to people, and talking to strangers held no interest for her.

She wasn't someone who liked to socialize. If it was with Bonnie and the others, she might not mind, but strangers... she really wasn't fond of them.

He set his milk cup down, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Woman, do you have to go against me every time I ask something? Do you have to oppose every decision I make?"

"Uh... I don't... I just..."

She explained awkwardly, and he shot her an exasperated glance.

"If you don't, then just go!"

Damn woman. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he'd brought her out in front of his brothers. Seeing her awkward and unwilling look, couldn't she act a little more feminine? Couldn't she be more obedient, more sensible, more dependent?

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"Go buy a few new clothes."

Seeing his displeased expression, Cynthia didn't say anything more. Instead, she quietly plotted her own little schemes. But before she could even think it through, his voice rang out again, his tone rising sharply.

"Stop wearing that human skin mask. Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

She jumped at his yell, lifting her eyes to look at him, feeling awkward. He shot her an exasperated glance, shattering the last of her delusions.

"And don't wear heavy makeup either. These are all internal people. Even if they see you, no one would dare say anything!"

"Uh..."

He rejected all her ideas, and she could only laugh awkwardly as she looked down and stirred her food. It seemed like whether she wanted to or not, she was going.

Seeing that she finally complied, Albert Wilson's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He narrowed his glassy black eyes as he stared at her, watching as she lowered her head shyly, looking like she was about to speak but was too shy to. Now that's a little bit of the obedient woman he was hoping for.

While he was happily thinking to himself, her phone suddenly rang. In the quiet of the morning, the sound was especially jarring. She glanced at him apologetically, then hurriedly stood up and walked outside the dining room to answer the call.

It was Victoria calling.

"Senior, what time are you coming over today?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She turned back and looked at the man in the living room, still leisurely eating his breakfast. What was she supposed to do now?

She hadn't expected him to return so soon. For the past few days, she had been busy with Gary and Victoria at the clinic. She had planned to finish everything up in these few days and then officially open after the Lantern Festival.

As she thought about these things, she suddenly realized there was an even more important issue—now that she was living here with him, he watched her every move. What would she do if she had work to do?