Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 27 - -young wife

How terrifying could he be, that this woman always vanished without a trace after their passionate encounters? But, Vice President, didn't you want her to be quiet, not to make a fuss, not to fight back? Why are you blaming her now?

Or perhaps you always thought she should be the passive one, neglected and overlooked by you, yet you didn't realize you had become the passive one yourself. The one who usually controlled everything, now faced with such a huge contrast, felt somewhat unsettled and thus was angry?

"Sir, I'll go prepare breakfast for you!"

Seeing his obvious anger, the butler wisely decided to retreat to avoid becoming collateral damage. Ah, this morning, seeing that girl's skin covered in bruises, he knew last night's battle had been intense. He had already instructed the kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup for the young master.

After the butler left, Albert Wilson irritably ran a hand through his hair and rushed into the bathroom.

In truth, he regretted touching her last night. He hadn't intended to, but something had gone wrong. Perhaps it was the way she had flirted with that man at the wedding that had provoked him, or perhaps it was what she had said about that person not being him that had pushed him over the edge.

In the early morning, BGIG was unusually busy.

Albert Wilson entered the top floor with a foul expression, causing the temperature to drop several degrees instantly.

"Boss, why are you here so early?"

The voices of Monica and Jim echoed in unison. Monica, dressed in a colorful outfit, widened her beautiful eyes in surprise, while Jim stood beside her, equally astonished. At this moment, two people who usually clashed were in complete agreement.

Though their boss was known for his extreme dedication and had never been late to work regardless of where he spent the previous night, it was the first day of his marriage. Shouldn't he at least cuddle with his beloved wife and enjoy a sweet morning together? Yet he arrived even earlier than usual?

Albert Wilson's already dark expression grew even more ominous as he shot them a cold glance and strode toward his office. He certainly couldn't tell them he had been "dumped" by his "young wife." Although he had enjoyed himself last night, now he couldn't even find her first thing in the morning.

On his way, he had tried calling her several times, wanting to ask if she had been hurt last night. The combination of drunkenness, anger, and surging desire left him uncertain about how wild he had become. He was only worried that her slender body might not withstand his reckless demands.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get through on any of the calls. He figured that with her fiery temperament, she must still be harboring resentment about what had happened last night and was intentionally ignoring his calls. So, he decided not to push it any further.

When his cold gaze swept over Jim, Jim instinctively shrank back, while Monica fearlessly followed him in, holding a stack of documents that needed his signature.

"Boss, with that sour face of yours, may I ask if you were dissatisfied last night or if you overindulged?"

Besides Monica, no other woman dared to speak to Albert Wilson like this. Oh wait! Now there was also Cynthia! The difference was that Monica knew he wouldn't take it out on her, which is why she could be so brazen, while Cynthia's indifference and disdain came from the heart.

Albert Wilson paid no mind to Monica's teasing. He lazily slumped into his chair and frowned as he said, "I don't want to hear any more bad rumors!"

Just as he arrived, he overheard those women on the lower floor gossiping about his marriage, his wife, and who really benefited from the union with the Lancaster Empire.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of it right away!"

Monica, being a smart woman, immediately understood the implication in his words. After placing the documents on his desk, she suddenly smiled suggestively, saying, "Boss, I personally think you might have overindulged..."

Albert Wilson shot her a glare, wondering which of her eyes had seen that he had overindulged.

Monica just smiled, pouting as she gestured toward his neck. He raised his hand to touch it, and a sharp pain shot through him. It was only then that he remembered how that woman had clawed at him last night in a frenzy; the mark on his neck was indeed her handiwork.

His face involuntarily flushed with embarrassment, while Monica laughed even more triumphantly. She had thought that girl was quite unique, with an astonishing look at the wedding yesterday; her personality was evident, and Monica liked that!

Today, seeing the bloody scratch mark on her boss's neck, she suddenly had the urge to meet this little woman with claws like a cat.

Well, it seemed that the boss had indeed taken her by force last night! Who would have thought that their charming and handsome boss, capable of handling all kinds of women outside, would resort to such methods with his own wife?

This was hilarious! Monica wanted to burst out laughing but felt she should leave her boss some dignity, so she held it in, making her stomach ache. Turning around, she met Jim's frowning, disdainful expression, which only made her smile wider. She playfully patted Jim on the shoulder and teased,

"JC, with that gloomy look on your face, it seems you've been thirsty for a long time. You should find a woman to satisfy those needs!"

Then she swayed her hips and escaped before Jim could get angry. Jim's forehead was bulging with veins in frustration as he gritted his teeth and complained to his boss,

"Albert, I strongly suggest you give her a warning to watch her words from now on!"

"She has a point. You're not that young anymore; it's time to consider your lifelong affairs!"

Albert Wilson leaned back in his chair and looked at him casually as he said this.

He thought of Monica as a playful girl who loved to joke around, so he didn't take her comments to heart. When he was furious, he would just laugh it off. But then, a simple, stubborn little face appeared in his mind.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't remain calm and indifferent toward that little woman like he did with Monica; she always managed to infuriate him to the point of losing control.

One day he would understand: it was because he didn't have any other feelings that he could be indifferent. Caring was only possible because someone held a special place in his heart.

Yet, his words were full of favoritism toward Monica, which made Jim feel even more uneasy. However, when it came to the topic of lifelong affairs, a flicker of discomfort crossed Jim's face. He awkwardly said,

"Let's talk about it after I finish my tasks for the vice president!"

Albert Wilson immediately fell silent, a cold and fierce glint flashing in his crystal-clear black eyes. Jim quickly shifted his thoughts and diligently reported,

"Yesterday's wedding successfully raised the Lancaster Empire's stock by three percent. Combined with the previous five million deficit that has been covered, everyone is now optimistic about the Lancaster Empire. The stock is expected to continue rising!"

"Hmm."

He merely responded with a nonchalant "hmm" and then fell silent again, raising his hand to light a cigarette. The rich smoke spread through the air, wrapping around him and sharpening his features, making them appear even more profound and intense.

In fact, what he wanted was very simple: he wanted them to soar high, high into the sky, and then to brutally break their wings so they could never fly again, remaining unable to rise for all eternity. That was all.

"Also, the secretary of Dylan from the Prosecutor's Office called and said that Dylan would like to meet with you."

Jim continued to report, while Albert Wilson flicked the ash off his cigarette.

"Schedule a time," he replied.

It was just a matter of leveraging his wealth and influence to help him climb higher; he was more than willing. How could he refuse prey that had come to his doorstep?

The rest of the day continued to be tense and busy.

As the evening approached, he suddenly received a call from Butler Wilson. On the other end, Fredy spoke urgently,

"Sir, the old man has come to oversee things. Don't forget to bring your wife back for dinner tonight!"

"What?"

He growled in frustration, wondering what the old man was up to. Why couldn't he just stay in America? He had insisted on attending his wedding, even though it was merely for show. Now he was acting like he was in charge!

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Irritated, he hung up the phone and lost the will to continue working. He tried calling her again, but once more, it was switched off. Furious, he almost threw his phone off the top floor.

Damn woman, what use is a phone if you're going to turn it off? She had been unreachable all day! Was it really necessary for her to hold a grudge just because he had taken advantage of her? Did she intend to remember this for the rest of her life?

Unable to contact her, he returned home that evening with a grim expression. The old man was already seated at the large dining table, waiting for him, surrounded by a feast of sumptuous dishes.

Seeing him return alone, the old man's previously cheerful demeanor while chatting with Fredy immediately darkened. His voice was filled with displeasure,

"Where's your wife?"

Albert was momentarily taken aback by the old man's natural way of referring to her. The word "wife" felt very strange to him—extremely strange. He still considered her merely as his woman and hadn't elevated their relationship to that of a wife; she likely didn't even regard him as anything more than a stranger.

Clearing his throat to mask his discomfort, he replied flatly,

"I couldn't get through on the phone."