Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 203 - - As long as it’s sweet

He finished speaking, released her hand, and turned to leave. Cynthia didn't expect him to act this way. She stood there in a daze, watching him grab his coat and walk toward the entrance.

Olive, standing nearby, grew anxious and pouted, calling out unhappily,

"Daddy, Daddy—"

Albert didn't look back. He walked with his back straight, while Olive continued complaining behind him.

"Mommy, why is Daddy leaving without eating? He'll get a stomach ache if he doesn't eat..."

Olive's words softened something inside Albert. He still didn't turn around, but inside, he was silently counting:

"One, two, three—"

He didn't believe she could be that heartless. He was gambling, betting on whether she still had any feelings left for him.

There's a saying, isn't there? As long as she still harbors even a sliver of affection for him, as long as she's willing to take a single step forward, then he would gladly rush the remaining ninety-nine steps to her.

"Albert—"

Sure enough, just as he finished counting to three, he heard her finally call his name. He stopped, but still didn't turn around, standing there proudly with his mouth slightly curved upward. Her somewhat awkward voice came from behind him.

"Well... there's so much food, Olive and I won't be able to finish it all. Why don't... why don't you stay... and eat with us?"

After she spoke, Cynthia stood there, a little uneasy, watching him. She knew that by keeping him, she was only giving him more hope, but the words to keep him still slipped out of her mouth unconsciously. She then tried to comfort herself, telling herself that she did it for Olive's sake, not wanting her to be upset.

Albert felt overjoyed inside, but on the surface, he still pretended to remain calm. He set down his coat and sat back down. Cynthia followed suit, and they both sat with heavy hearts, while Olive, grinning widely, said,

"Daddy, Mommy, let's eat quickly!"

Although Olive had been well cared for by Quinn since she was young and hadn't lacked paternal love, to little Olive, this moment felt incredibly happy.

Especially the way Daddy looked at Mommy. Although she didn't quite know how to express it in words, Olive felt that being gazed at like that was a kind of happiness.

Aside from occasionally feeding Olive, Cynthia focused on eating, completely ignoring the direct gaze coming from above her. She really wanted to ask him,

Mr. Wilson, don't you get full just by staring at others without eating?

But she didn't want to talk to him, so she just endured it. Honestly, he was being too bold. She regretted letting him stay now.

After being stared at by him for so long, she felt a little less hungry. Just as she was about to speak up, she saw him pick up a large piece of pork rib and place it in her bowl, his face full of affectionate smiles.

"Olive said these are all your favorite dishes. Eat more, look at you, you're so thin, there's barely any flesh on you. You're so bony, I can feel it when I hug you!"

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As he spoke, his gaze blatantly swept over her chest. Cynthia immediately flushed. Other women, after giving birth, became full-figured with a cup size to match, but she had become so thin it was unrecognizable. Especially during the year Olive was breastfeeding, it made her look like a skeleton. No matter how many methods Quinn tried to help her regain weight, nothing worked.

Thinking of the times he had been inappropriate with her before made Cynthia angry. Without even looking at him, she pinched her chopsticks and poked the ribs in her bowl, gritting her teeth as she muttered two words:

"Thank you."

Albert watched her quietly eat with her head lowered and felt a bit guilty. During the years they were together, because he had no interest in cooking, he didn't pay much attention to food. It was always her and Fredy who took care of the meals. He didn't even know what she liked to eat.

It wasn't until today, when he went to order food with Olive, that he realized he knew less about her than Olive did. They always say that daughters are their parents' little sweethearts, and now it seemed to be true.

Olive, being held by him in front of a pile of delicious food, was pointing at each dish with her little finger, saying,

"This one is Mommy's favorite, that one is Mommy's favorite, that one is also Mommy's favorite..."

He felt a little awkward because his precious daughter had pointed out a whole bunch of meat dishes. He asked suspiciously,

"Olive, are you sure Mommy likes these?"

She's so thin, like she could fall over if a breeze blew, and she likes to eat meat? He thought she barely ate, or only ate vegetarian food. He didn't realize she was a meat lover.

"Yes, yes!"

Olive nodded vigorously. Then, to prove that she really knew what Mommy liked, she hugged Albert's neck and said seriously,

"Daddy, I also know you love curry rice!"

As soon as Olive said that, Albert's heart softened, and he believed her words. He ordered everything she had mentioned, of course, also being mindful of nutrition, so he added some vegetable dishes too.

Carbles, leaning against a nearby wall, watched Olive—so clever and considerate—and couldn't help but envy her, reaching up to stroke his determined chin and letting out a long sigh.

"It seems I need to go home and have my little one hurry up and give me a daughter. Looks like daughters are the ones who are both considerate and easy to take care of!"

His own little rascal and that one from Klutz's family—those two made his head spin every day. The eldest hadn't grown up yet, but with the way things were going, when that one grew up, he wouldn't be easy to handle either.

Now it seemed JC was lucky. He had gained such a big daughter who sweetly called him "Uncle" with a voice that melted him. Thinking of his own little brat, he almost wanted to rush home, knock his wife down, and make a daughter right away.

Albert proudly hugged Olive and kissed her.

"Olive, what do you like to eat?"

His little princess grinned and said,

"As long as it's sweet, I love it!"

Albert immediately turned pale, his face darkening.

As the meal neared its end, Albert couldn't help but marvel at how quickly the time had passed. He glanced outside at the sunny weather, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke the words he had been mulling over in his mind.

"The weather is so nice today, how about we take Olive out to play?"

Since when did Albert have to rack his brains and come up with such clumsy excuses to ask a woman out?

"No, I have something to do this afternoon. Let Olive spend the afternoon with you instead."

Cynthia didn't even look at him. She simply lowered her head and refused while continuing to eat.