Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 189 - - apartment

Closing the door behind her, Cynthia finally turned around, holding Olive, who was still sound asleep on her shoulder. She took a good look at the apartment. The place was bright and spotless, with every essential item already in place—there was no need for her to buy anything anew.

Her first thought was, how could someone as carefree as Bonnie suddenly become so meticulous? Then she recalled what he had mentioned in the car earlier: he had borrowed the keys from Bonnie and found someone to clean up and prepare the place for her. Lazy.

Frowning, she reached out to wipe a finger along the cabinet nearby. Her fingertip came away perfectly clean, without a speck of dust. Still, she wasn't entirely convinced. She refused to believe that man could be so thoughtful. After laying Olive down in the bedroom, she took out her phone and called Bonnie.

"Bonnie, I'm sorry. Actually, I came back yesterday but only just got around to calling you!"

She spoke on the phone while walking to the balcony of another bedroom. There, she saw a long row of lush green potted plants for air purification, their leaves swaying gently in the wind as if stretching their limbs. The sight immediately lifted her spirits.

"Oh, I already know!"

Bonnie sounded busy, probably still at work. The background was noisy with voices and the constant beeping of fax machines.

"Huh?"

Cynthia was surprised. She hadn't told anyone she was back. She had planned to wait until she was settled before letting people know.

Bonnie sighed lightly and laughed.

"Even if you didn't notify anyone, everyone already knows you came back yesterday!"

Cynthia was speechless. She didn't even need to think to know who had spilled the news. That man again. What was he up to this time?

"So, all the stuff in this apartment... was it you who got it ready for me?"

She hesitated before asking Bonnie. Bonnie groaned.

"Oh, come on, my dear lady! Of course not! Do you think I'd have the time or the patience for that?"

At that moment, Cynthia was coming out of the master bedroom and walking into the opposite room. As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned by the sight in front of her. The room, originally meant to be a study, had been transformed into a pink princess kingdom.

A pink bed, pink curtains, the shelves above the bed filled with all sorts of beautiful dolls, and various quirky little toys—everything a little girl could ever dream of was here.

She stood there, frozen for a long time, unable to gather her thoughts. Then, she heard Bonnie calling her name.

"Cynthia? Cynthia?"

Bonnie didn't realize that Cynthia was stunned by the scene before her. She thought Cynthia was upset after finding out that Albert had arranged the house, angry that he had interfered with her life without asking.

It wasn't until Bonnie called her several times that Cynthia snapped out of it. She quickly closed the door behind her and rushed out. Bonnie's voice carried a hint of hesitation, unsure whether she should say what was on her mind at that moment, but in the end, she spoke.

"Actually... Cynthia, he's been through a lot these years..."

In the city, everyone had a harsh opinion of Albert Wilson, the vice president. He was known for being constantly surrounded by smoke and alcohol, cold, ruthless, and unfeeling. He had become even more frightening than Geraint, the head of BlackRock.

The four leaders of BlackRock were all terrifying, but among them, only Albert and Klutz seemed somewhat gentler. They both always wore smiles, yet for some reason, the vice president's face had become increasingly frosty. Even those who were timid would tremble and their legs would go weak when they came near him.

On the other hand, Geraint's smile had grown more frequent. Perhaps falling in love really does change a person. It was rumored that Geraint's wife was a very gentle and obedient woman, always enveloping him in her warmth. Even the coldest of icebergs would eventually melt under her care.

People often said that it takes a woman to make a man successful, but sometimes, a woman can also be the one to destroy him. Everyone was left wondering: who had ruined such a talented man? Was it his mysterious, low-key ex-wife, the one rumored to have perished in a fire?

Bonnie continued,

"I can see that he's putting a lot of effort into you. Why don't you... try getting along with him? Don't worry about the situation of outsiders like us. As long as you can be happy, that's all that matters!"

"Bonnie, you..."

Cynthia exclaimed in surprise. She hadn't expected Bonnie to speak up for that man. Although Bonnie had never shown any particular affection for him in front of her, Cynthia had sometimes sensed Bonnie's dislike for him.

How could Bonnie not know what Cynthia thought of Wilson? She sighed softly.

"After all... Olive needs a complete and loving home, doesn't she?"

At the mention of Olive, Cynthia felt a sharp pang in her heart. She leaned against the door, feeling a headache coming on.

"Bonnie, please, don't say any more. It's impossible between me and him!"

Bonnie quickly changed the subject.

"Alright, alright, enough with the troubling stuff. Anyway, tomorrow we're having a welcoming dinner, and Carbles is hosting it!"

"Carbles?"

Cynthia was puzzled. How did Bonnie become so familiar with BlackRock? Bonnie laughed.

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"Yes, originally, our radio station was going to host your welcome dinner at a hotel, but then BlackRock contacted us and suggested we do it together. I thought about it and figured it would save the station some expenses, so I agreed!"

Cynthia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The crying part was because Bonnie was practically pushing her into that man's arms. She said Carbles was hosting the dinner, but in reality, wasn't it all controlled by that man? She had no personal relationship with Carbles.

The laughing part was that she suspected the radio station must be owned by Bonnie's family. Otherwise, why would she be so eager to save money for the station?

On the other end of the line, someone was calling for Bonnie.

"Director, the station head wants to see you in his office!"

Cynthia heard Bonnie mutter a curse under her breath and then quickly say to her,

"Alright, I've got to go now. Don't rush back to work—take your time settling in first. Especially with Olive, spend some good time with the little one. Once you start working, you'll be busy!"

Bonnie hurriedly finished speaking and hung up. Cynthia stayed there quietly for a moment, then tiptoed back to the bedroom. Olive was still deeply asleep, with a little drool at the corner of her mouth. The little girl was even smiling in her sleep, probably dreaming about something delicious.

Every time she saw Olive looking so sweet and adorable, Cynthia felt her heart soften, almost turning to water. She wanted to wrap the little one in her arms, to protect her from any harm, so she could grow up carefree and happy.

After planting a kiss on Olive's small face, Cynthia turned and went to the hallway to pick up her luggage and begin unpacking. But when she opened the bedroom wardrobe, she was once again startled by what she saw inside.