Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 183 - -I want to see her...

The woman's face flushed with a hint of embarrassment. She glanced back at the man, whose deep eyes seemed to hold unspoken emotions. He sat still, his expression unreadable. Hiding the faint sadness in his gaze, he opened his arms toward Olive and said gently,

"Olive, don't make a fuss. Come here to me. Mommy's tired and needs some rest."

"But no! No! You used to kiss all the time!"

Olive pouted stubbornly, staying nestled in her mother's arms, her bright eyes filling with tears in an instant.

Children are blissfully unaware of the complexities of adult relationships—their loves, hurts, and grudges. All Olive knew was that the two people who loved her most seemed to be at odds, and she innocently believed that one simple kiss could erase all their differences.

Her tear-filled eyes were too much for the woman to resist. With a sigh of resignation, she leaned over and placed a light kiss on the man's strong cheek. Then she turned back and playfully chided Olive,

"Princess Olive, does this finally make you happy?"

"Yes, yes!"

Olive blinked her large eyes hard, causing the tears to retreat instantly. Both the man and the woman couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension in the car easing significantly.

In the front seat, Arven glanced at the pair through the rearview mirror. Seeing the ice between them finally melt, he smiled warmly.

"Olive, you really are our little lucky star! Haha! Uncle Mizuno got you some chocolate. How about you cuddle up with me tonight, huh?"

Hearing about the chocolate, Olive immediately wriggled her soft little body and climbed to the front seat, snuggling up to Arven while showering him with playful affection.

Seizing the moment, the man's large hand gently enveloped the woman's smaller one, his warmth instantly wrapping around her.

She turned to look at him. It was the first time since stepping off the plane that she had truly met his gaze. Her earlier indifference suddenly came back to her, and a hint of guilt flashed across her face. Yet, the man simply smiled indulgently, as if nothing had happened.

"Get some rest. It'll be a while before we reach home."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice soft.

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She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulder. Sleep came quickly as his strong arm wrapped around her, providing a safe harbor for her restless heart.

The memories of those years, those people, and those events seemed distant now, like faint whispers she no longer needed to hear.

She had everything she could ever want: an adorable daughter, a man who loved her deeply, and a fulfilling career. Why should she waste her thoughts on the shadows of an unhappy past?

Saving him had been nothing more than a way to ease her conscience, ensuring that no guilt lingered in her heart. From now on, he would walk his own bright path, while she would tread her solitary bridge. Their lives were no longer intertwined.

When Albert woke up from the endless darkness of his coma, all his memories returned to his mind—the familiar, slender figure, the little figure by the bedside, delicate as a jade carving...

After his heart pounded wildly, the first thing he did was let out a hoarse shout, "Cynthia—!"

He then threw off the blanket covering him, trying to sit up, but the sharp pain in his waist made him fall helplessly back onto the bed. His face, haggard and thinner, twisted in pain.

Henry, who had been waiting by the bed, quickly rushed over and pressed him down, gently scolding him, "Hey, hey, you reckless kid, you're injured!"

It took Albert a long time to recover from the intense pain. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw a room full of people with varying expressions. Nearly everyone was there, even the old man from Miami had come. They were all waiting for him to wake up. If he didn't, they would consider it his... farewell.

The woman had also said that she could treat his wounds, but his will to survive was weak. If he could wake up today, it would mean he was saved; if not, no one could do anything more for him.

Everyone knew that since the moment he was injured, he had lost all desire to live. To be exact, ever since the woman had perished in the fire four years ago, he had lost the will to go on.

He would always rush to the front when the most dangerous things were at stake, competing to be the one to take them on. Even when someone else could do the job, he insisted on doing it himself. This time, his wish was fulfilled, and the injury to his spine left him in mortal danger, with no one daring to save him. He had no intention of surviving; all he wanted was to follow that woman.

Albert closed his eyes slightly, calming his racing heart and trying to steady himself. He then opened his eyes cautiously and spoke, "It was her, wasn't it? She saved me, didn't she? She's still alive!"

After the long coma, his voice sounded hoarse, filled with an indescribable sorrow and pain.

The people around him were stunned. He had been unconscious—how could he know it was her who saved him? They had originally planned to tell him when he woke up that it was Henry who had saved him. The woman's decisive, cold, and indifferent attitude toward him had led them to let him continue believing she was gone. After all, if he knew she was still alive, but there was no way to salvage their situation, wouldn't that make it even more painful?

Seeing the expressions of the people around him, a spark of joy suddenly filled Albert's eyes, which had previously seemed devoid of life, and his emotions became agitated.

"I woke up yesterday once... I saw her... and a little girl..."

The people exchanged glances with each other, then fell into silence, unsure how to respond. No wonder she had hurriedly left yesterday, holding that little girl. It turned out he had woken up.

He should have woken up today, but he had regained consciousness the day before. Was this fate, destined by the heavens for them to meet? For him, was this the end of the pain of losing her? Or the beginning of a new round of suffering?

The silence of the others only solidified Albert's certainty. At first, he had been afraid—afraid it was just a hallucination, that it was only his deep longing for her that had created this illusion.

But now, it was clear: everything he had seen, though blurry, was real!

He tried not to move too much, fearing the pain in his injured waist, but in a moment of emotional outburst, he waved his arms, shouting,

"I want to see her! I want to see her!"

"Watch your wound!"

Henry rushed forward, trying to stop him, but Albert wouldn't listen, screaming frantically, demanding to see her.

She's alive! She's alive! This joy made him forget about the pain from his injury. All he wanted now was to see her, to hold her close, to tell her how much he had missed her, how much he loved her, and how deeply he regretted losing her.

Several times, he struggled, almost falling off the bed. If the injury hadn't been in his waist and restricted his movement, he would have run out already. Frightened, Geraint and the others quickly rushed forward to help restrain him.

"Please, let me see her! Please, let me see her! I need to see her..."

By the time he spoke those last words, his strength had finally failed him. Having just woken up from a coma and now faced with several strong men, he was filled with reluctance but could only submit and be forced back down onto the bed.

"I want to see her..."

He closed his eyes, lying there with his hand over his eyes, softly sobbing in pain.