Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 187 - - I bought it!

Ever since that time she attended Rannie and Geraint's wedding and saw how beautiful Rannie looked in her wedding dress, this girl had considered Rannie the beauty in her heart.

Cynthia finally remembered which photo it was. It must have been one taken during their vacation in Provence, after they had ridden horses together. At that moment of passion by the seaside, he had kissed her deeply.

But how did he have that photo? She remembered that photo was taken by a foreigner. The print she took was later burned in a fire after their relationship broke down. At that time, she had wished she would never have any connection with this man again in her life.

She snapped back to reality and looked at him, only to find his eyes filled with deep warmth as he gazed at her. Her heart raced, and she quickly turned to Olive and said,

"Olive..."

"No talking during meals, do you hear me?" he interrupted.

"Oh!"

Olive pouted and responded, then lowered her head to continue eating.

After finishing breakfast, they tidied up and went out. He carried Olive ahead toward the car, and she walked alone, hands in her pockets, a couple of steps behind them.

She could faintly hear their conversation, which still seemed to revolve around the topic of getting Olive to call him 'Dad.' She stopped and lifted her eyes to watch the two figures ahead of her, laughing and talking. His broad, strong back was wrapped around little Olive.

This scene had appeared countless times in her mind, but now, as it unfolded in front of her, she felt a wave of fear and only wanted to escape. She didn't want to, nor could she, keep entangling herself with this man, but now there was Olive between them. She didn't know if she could still uphold the vow she once made: to only care for Wilson and Olive, keeping him a stranger in her life.

The child didn't understand the meaning of the word "Dad." For them, it was just a term. Seeing how clingy Olive was with him, it seemed likely that she would give in soon enough.

Thinking about Olive calling him "Daddy" in her soft, babyish voice made Cynthia feel a tightness in her chest. It was as though her entire life was tightly gripped in that man's hands. Although he wasn't putting any pressure on her at the moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had nowhere to escape.

Albert had already carried Olive to the car, but when he turned around, he saw her standing not far off, her face pale. Her slender body was trembling slightly, and the heavy black clothing she wore made her look even more weighed down, devoid of vitality.

Frowning, he quickly walked toward her. When she saw him approaching, she lowered her head and tried to walk away. As she passed by him, he grabbed her arm. He then narrowed his eyes and looked her over sharply, his gaze penetrating. Finally, he spoke.

"Has no one ever told you that this color looks awful on you?"

Cynthia was enraged by his harsh words. She jerked his hand off and quickly walked forward. He, however, strode leisurely behind her, calling out.

"I still prefer you in violet or cobalt blue, something brighter. Look at you now, all drab and lifeless!"

"Mind your own business!"

Cynthia, fuming, clenched her fists and shouted those three words at him, then stormed a few steps ahead and got into the car. Behind her, his low laughter echoed, filling the quiet house with a bit of life once more.

Throughout the drive, no matter how much he tried to joke with Olive or make conversation through her, she completely ignored him. When they arrived at the amusement park, however, she was surprised to find the place completely empty.

"Is the amusement park closed today?" she asked, puzzled.

She was met with a roll of his eyes and a blunt remark.

"You're really quite slow, aren't you?"

"Mommy is silly—"

Olive, hearing him call her silly, leaned on her shoulder to tease her. Cynthia's face instantly turned red—it felt like the first time in her life someone had called her silly.

A few people walked by, smiling widely. When they saw him, they quickly greeted him respectfully.

"Albert, you're here!"

Only then did Cynthia seem to realize something was off. She quickly pulled him aside and, shocked, asked,

"Albert, you didn't buy the whole amusement park, did you?"

He was pleased to see her flustered reaction and, with a smile on his lips, answered coolly,

"Wrong! I didn't buy it, I bought it!"

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"What? You bought the whole amusement park?"

Cynthia was instantly shocked, and then, her anger flaring, she clenched her fists.

"Albert, are you crazy? You're spoiling Olive! Besides, the amusement park is for children to enjoy. You've bought the whole place and now there's no one here—what's the point of Olive playing alone? Were you raised to think it's okay for her to be isolated like this?"

After her scolding, Albert immediately wiped the smile off his face and looked at her more seriously, as if he finally realized that what he did might have been a mistake. In reality, he just wanted to spend some time alone with the mother and daughter. He had simply wanted to avoid a crowd to prevent unnecessary distractions and ensure their safety. He hadn't thought much beyond that.

Cynthia reached out and took Olive from his arms.

"Olive, let's go! Mommy will take you to a playground with lots of kids, okay?"

Olive blinked her large, grape-like eyes, looking at her angry mother and then at the helpless uncle. In the end, she nodded and quietly said,

"Uncle, Olive also likes playing with lots of kids..."

Seeing that Olive agreed, Cynthia turned and walked away with her in her arms. Albert could only follow behind, his face full of frustration. He rubbed his forehead in a little headache. It seemed the rift between them wasn't just about their past conflicts—there were also major differences in how they viewed Olive's upbringing.

Her Apartment

At Cynthia's insistence, Albert took the mother and daughter to another amusement park in the city. Olive had so much fun she didn't want to leave. Cynthia called her a crazy girl, as the usually gentle little one ran all over the park. Cynthia thought to herself that if it weren't for that man, she might have had a heart attack from chasing after her daughter today.

However, kids still have limited stamina. After a few rides, Olive clung to Albert, refusing to get down, demanding to eat something delicious. Cynthia helplessly pinched her little face.

"Sweetheart, the food outside isn't very clean. How about Mommy makes something for you at home instead?"

In reality, it had nothing to do with cleanliness. She was just looking for an excuse to distance herself from the man, hoping she wouldn't have to see him again.

Olive didn't insist on eating outside, as she hadn't had her mother's cooking in days and really missed it. She nestled in Albert's arms, tilting her little head, furrowing her brow as she thought.

Cynthia, with a tender look on her face, stared at Olive's little face. But she forgot that Olive was in that man's arms. As she looked at her daughter, she suddenly felt a burning gaze on her face.

She lifted her eyes and met his burning gaze, which was as gentle as the way she looked at Olive. She quickly turned her head, pretending to look at something else in the scenery.