Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 170 - - Don't touch me!

The sound of Bonnie constantly calling for help downstairs, desperately trying to borrow money but being rejected time and time again, echoed through the house. Her tears flowed once again, uncontrollably. She felt an urge to abandon everything and run far away.

That evening, Bonnie personally cooked a delicious meal for her. Bonnie was always optimistic, always good at easing her own pain. Her most frequent saying was, "Go with the flow."

But Cynthia was different. She was stubborn and strong-willed. Whenever she had something on her mind, she would always keep it to herself, bottling everything up until she ended up hurting herself. Right now, her hurt and pain lingered in her heart, refusing to fade away.

After an afternoon of deep thought and reflection, Bonnie regained some energy. She handed Cynthia her bowl and chopsticks with a carefree smile, saying lightly:

"Cynthia, don't be sad. Just go with the flow. If things get too tough, I can always go sleep with those old men. Close my eyes, open them again, and the night's over..."

Cynthia looked at Bonnie, and her tears flowed uncontrollably again. Even at this point, Bonnie was still trying to cheer her up with jokes. But there was nothing she could do to help...

Bonnie also had tears in her eyes. She grabbed a tissue, handed it to Cynthia, and joked:

"Alright, alright, eat your meal. Fill up, get your energy back, and manage your little clinic. If things get really bad, just lend me your secret stash of money to pay off my debts!"

"Mm-hmm!" Cynthia nodded firmly and quickly grabbed her chopsticks, shoveling in large mouthfuls of rice. If only she could help Bonnie with her own abilities, she would endure any hardship, no matter how tough or exhausting.

Before she could take more than a few bites, Cynthia's phone rang. She picked it up, saw the caller, and immediately hung up. But the phone kept ringing insistently. Bonnie also saw the incoming call and sighed:

"Answer it!"

Cynthia frowned as she looked at the incessantly ringing phone. She forced a bitter smile and pressed the answer button. His displeased voice immediately came through:

"Why haven't you come home?"

"Home?"

She suddenly found it quite laughable, so her tone inevitably carried a hint of mockery as she replied:

"Mr. Wilson, when you say 'home,' where exactly are you referring to? Home is a warm place, a place that shelters you from the storm, because it's where you're with the people you love..."

Cynthia paused for a moment, suppressing the surge of pain in her heart, and continued:

"I'm just a pawn for you to use, so between us... what home could there possibly be?"

He was clearly taken aback by her words, unable to speak for a long while. In the end, he could only coldly order her:

"Get back here immediately!"

She smiled coldly and replied:

"Sorry, Mr. Wilson, my home is not there!"

Then, she hung up the phone.

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This world didn't revolve around him. Just because he told her to come back didn't mean she had to. He called her his pawn—if he had the ability, he should come and completely control her.

Bonnie had just finished eating, and as they were about to tidy up the small apartment, the door was suddenly slammed open. Both of them looked up at the same time and saw him storming in with an angry expression.

Before either of them could react, he rushed forward and grabbed her wrist. The bowl and dishes she was holding fell to the floor and shattered, much like the fragile relationship between them, which instantly crumbled.

He gripped her slender wrist tightly and pulled her into his chest, saying with a fierce tone:

"Are your friends more important than your man?"

"..."

She looked up at him, about to say something, but he suddenly dragged her toward the bedroom, his rage in his eyes scaring her. She struggled uneasily, asking:

"Albert, what are you doing?"

"Let go of her!"

Bonnie ran after them and tried to pull him away, but he roughly shook her off, causing her to fall painfully to the ground.

Albert threw Cynthia onto the large bed in the bedroom, casually locking the door behind him. Outside, Bonnie was frantically shouting and banging on the door, but inside, Albert pressed down on Cynthia, who was terrified and trying to escape. His fingers gripped her chin tightly.

"Want to beg for her? Fine, use your body to beg for her! The only thing that interests me now is your body!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his hands moved to her chest, starting to undress her. Cynthia was stunned by his violent words, and with Bonnie still outside, she never expected him to do something like this.

As the coldness spread over her body, she immediately reacted, fiercely pounding and pushing at him with all her strength:

"No! Albert, how could you do this to me?!"

Outside at the same time came Bonnie's loud hissing, .

'Albert, let Cynthia go, please let Cynthia go, it's my fault I shouldn't have come to her to plead with you!'

'Yo, what a sisterly love!'

He raised his hand to unbutton himself while staring at her and smiling, but that smile didn't have the slightest bit of warmth at all, making Cynthia shiver as she watched.

She gripped the covers of the bed to cover herself, and begged him bitterly to make it difficult for

'Albert, I'll go back with you if you want to do it, not here, okay? Please!'

How can he do these things in front of her good friend, although bonnie can't see it but she can imagine it ah, how can he be so heartless to put her in such an embarrassing situation?

'Isn't it sisterly love? You can't even stand this aggravation? Navel.'

He removed his own clothes and got into bed wrapping his arms around her and unceremoniously pushed her down onto the large bed.

Knowing his nature, what he wanted to do would never stop, it was useless for her to do any more struggling, so she closed her eyes and started to shed tears non-stop, her mouth murmuring helplessly that

'Don't do this to me, don't do this to me ...'

He just snorted coldly and then buried his head in the softness of her chest to reclaim, big hands at the same time will be her tightly closed legs forcefully open, long fingers are even more evil and wantonly probed into her forbidden land kneading and caressing.

From that most secret of zones came a sudden tingling that travelled instantly through her whole body, and Cynthia screamed at once, and then cried and struggled with all her strength, and

'Get away, get away! Don't touch me!'

If he was using force on her, it would be just fine, what she was most afraid of was that he would gently use all his means to make her fall in love with him, so that she couldn't control herself to follow him and sink, she hated herself, hated herself for how her body was still reacting to him even though her heart was broken like this.

She felt unbearable for her reaction and felt ashamed and humiliated, especially when she thought that Bonnie was still outside, and when she thought that she was going to make uncontrollable noises by him in a while, she couldn't wait to die now.

Her struggling caused a haze to darken Albert's face, and with a single thrust of his hand he spread both of her slender legs apart and secured them around his waist, his beady eyes glaring at her tear-stained face, the fire in his heart growing to burst through him, the more he said.

'I want you to feel better, it's you who don't want it, then don't give me a cry of pain later!'

He finished saying that his waistline pressed down relentlessly and with one thrust he entered her ruthlessly, the

'Ah-'

Cynthia let out a low cry of pain at once.