Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 153 - - What should we do

Bonnie returned with the medicine from Cynthia and ran into Carl outside Robin Laurence's bedroom. Carl immediately put on a cold expression, shot her a glare, and brushed past her.

Frowning, she caught up to him and grabbed his sleeve.

"Hey, hey, bro—"

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Carl glanced at her hand gripping his sleeve and coldly said,

"Do you even see me as your brother anymore? I thought you only had eyes for your handsome professor!"

"I..."

Bonnie was immediately stunned and didn't know how to respond, standing there staring at him in silence.

Carl must have heard about her being teased by Jacob, and he had been cold toward her for an entire week. This was hard for Bonnie to bear, considering she was used to his indulgence.

Had it not been for Cynthia being there today, he probably wouldn't have spoken to her at all. After a long standoff, Bonnie eventually relented, giving a sheepish smile and playfully saying,

"Who said I had eyes for him? I only have eyes for my handsome, gentle, and caring brother!"

Carl's expression softened slightly at her words, and Bonnie quickly continued to flatter him,

"Bro, don't be mad. I promise I won't make such a silly mistake again, okay?"

Carl's eyes flickered for a moment, a torrent of emotion hidden behind them. Yet, it all eventually turned into a faint admonition.

Cynthia leaned against the closet door, amused and helpless, watching the person in front of the mirror tying his tie. He was wearing casual clothes today, yet he was still trying to tie the purple tie around his neck.

Ever since she gave him this tie, he'd worn it almost every day. Sometimes when it didn't match his outfit, she would quickly take it off for him, just like today.

She walked over and, without hesitation, yanked the tie off, smiling as she scolded him,

"Come on, boss, with your casual outfit today, wearing a tie just looks out of place, don't you think?"

He immediately pulled her into an embrace,

"Really? I don't think so. No matter how I dress, I look good because I'm just so handsome!"

Cynthia was almost stunned by his arrogance, nearly fainting in his arms. It took a while for her to lift her head from his chest and reach up to adjust his clothes.

"I think I should just buy you every single style of tie and send them to you. Don't you think it's a bit too much for a CEO to wear a tie all the time?"

He chuckled and changed the subject, biting her earlobe and blowing on it,

"Did you enjoy last night?"

"You tell me?"

Cynthia blushed, gritting her teeth as she glared at him.

Last night, unable to resist his persistent pleas, soft persuasion, threats, and inducements, she reluctantly agreed to the position of woman on top to please him. Like every time before, she had enjoyed it, but her legs were exhausted afterward.

He immediately put on an innocent look, his tone filled with genuine apology,

"I was wrong—"

She was just about to huff when she heard him whisper in her ear,

"I'll come back tonight to make it up to you!"

"Albert Wilson, you—"

Furious, she pushed him away. How could he never be serious, always having such perverted thoughts?

It was all the old man's fault last night. When he was in the shower, the phone rang. She checked and saw it was the old man calling, so she picked it up, planning to tell him he was in the shower and would call him back later.

However, before she could speak, the old man immediately began yelling,

"Albert Wilson, hurry up and get me a grandson! All my peers are enjoying their old age, playing with their grandkids, yet you've been married for so long, and there's no news at all!"

After the old man finished shouting, there was a long pause. She awkwardly responded,

"Um... he's, um, in the shower..."

"In the shower? It doesn't matter, it's still the two of you involved! So, when are you planning on having kids?"

The old man, still fuming, directed his anger back at him, probably because he had been frustrated by his peers talking about grandchildren.

"Uh... well... I..."

Cynthia bit her lip, looking completely awkward and not knowing how to respond. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and she rushed over, tossing the phone to him, as if it were a hot potato, while he was still drying his hair.

Albert Wilson gave her a puzzled look before answering the phone, then quickly pulled the phone away from his ear. From a distance, Cynthia could faintly hear the old man yelling on the other end.

After hanging up, Albert Wilson forcefully pinned her to the bed, claiming he was trying to "make a baby." But no matter how much the old man urged, they both kept talking about having kids while, in reality, taking every precaution during their intimate moments.

Neither of them spoke about it, but both knew very well that they had bigger challenges ahead: the bankruptcy of the Lancaster Empire, his personal vendettas, and other issues. If they could face those and still be together, then they could settle down and have a child.

Albert Wilson, in high spirits after their encounter, left the room, and Cynthia began getting ready to leave as well. Robin Laurence had said they were meeting an important client at the golf course that day.

When Cynthia arrived at the golf course, she saw his car from a distance, which startled her and made her lose half of her composure. No wonder he was dressed so casually today—he was here to play golf.

Then she thought about it: with her current appearance, if she put on a lab coat and a hat, he probably wouldn't recognize her. But just as she took a few steps forward, she paused, remembering the time he had forced her to take wedding photos, when she had worn a similar mask.

What to do? What to do? She panicked, stomping her feet behind a tree, feeling an uneasy sensation grow stronger. But she had already promised Bonnie and come here, so she had no choice but to quickly pull out a mask from her bag, put it on, and cautiously enter the building.

Hiding in the restroom of the lounge, she called Bonnie.

"Hey, hey, Cynthia, hurry up and ask your brother who your dad's important guest is today!"

Bonnie was confused but still called her brother. Soon after, Bonnie's call came in, her voice trembling.

"Cynthia, it's over! The important guest my dad invited... is your husband!"

"..."

Cynthia was speechless for a long time. After finally recovering from the shock, she felt like banging her head against the wall. Meanwhile, Bonnie continued to worry.

"What should we do? What should we do? Cynthia, do you think your husband will recognize you?"