Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 272- please don’t be angry

At this point, the two adults were completely flustered. Albert quickly picked Olive up and kept reassuring her.

"Sweetheart, I’m sorry, Daddy and Mommy won’t argue anymore..."

Olive continued to cry, her big eyes, wet with tears, still focused on Cynthia. Cynthia, however, wasn’t as patient as Albert. This wasn’t even her fault, so she pressed her lips together and remained silent, giving Olive a warning glare, the kind that said, "If you cry any more, I’ll put you down."

But to her surprise, with Albert as her backup, the little girl cried even louder. She sobbed as though she had suffered some great injustice, saying,

"I don’t want you to fight, I don’t want you to fight, woo woo—"

As Olive’s cries grew louder, Cynthia could feel Albert’s disapproving gaze hovering over her head. She had no choice but to reach out and hug the little girl.

"Olive, stop crying. We won’t argue anymore, okay?"

Upon hearing her speak, Olive immediately stopped crying and leaped into her arms. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Cynthia for a moment before softly saying,

"Mommy, then you kiss Daddy. If you kiss him, that means you’ve made up!"

Cynthia was so frustrated that she almost felt like she could spit blood. This little rascal—why didn’t she make Daddy kiss her? Why did it have to be her who did it? She wasn’t going to! Clearly, it was his fault for causing trouble in the first place! So, holding Olive in her arms, she froze, not moving.

Albert’s already dark expression grew even more somber.

Seeing the two of them like this, Olive’s lip began to quiver, and she looked like she was about to cry again. Cynthia was getting a headache, so she leaned in, forcing a smile, and gave Albert a quick kiss on his scowling face. As she pulled back, she saw the smug gleam in his eyes, and in her irritation, she reached over and pinched his waist hard.

Albert, so smug, didn’t expect her to pinch him so hard. He instantly yelped in pain, clutching his waist, which caused him to accidentally knock the enamel soup bowl off the table. The bowl landed squarely on his foot. Wasn’t this a perfect case of "digging your own grave"?

The bowl wasn’t very heavy, but it was filled with scalding hot soup. And since they had both switched to home slippers, Albert immediately kicked off his slipper in pain, then plopped down on the chair with a groan.

Olive, startled by the noise, stopped crying, and Cynthia quickly put her down, rushing over to check on Albert’s foot. When she saw his foot was red and swollen, guilt almost brought her to tears.

"I’m so sorry, so sorry, Albert! Are you okay? Let me help you upstairs and get some medicine!"

Albert, his chest heaving in pain, shot her a fierce glare, then grunted coldly before limping up the stairs. She hurried to follow him and offer her help, but he roughly pushed her away.

Standing there with a frustrated expression, Cynthia felt both worried and guilty. She had pinched him so many times before, but who would have thought he’d react so strongly this time? She had originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to tease him a little, but now it seemed like the tables had turned, and she was the one in trouble.

Annoyed, she shook her head and glared at the little princess, who was standing silently, biting her fingers in fear, not daring to make a sound.

"Hmph! Olive Wilson, look what you’ve done! This is your mess! No more mischief from you!"

With that, she stormed upstairs to help the man with his foot, while Olive was scooped up by Fredy, who had arrived at the scene. Olive, secretly sticking out her tongue at Cynthia’s retreating back, muttered,

"It’s Mommy who caused the trouble..."

When Cynthia entered the bedroom, she found Albert sitting on the sofa with a dark expression, struggling to apply medicine to his foot. She felt even more guilty and walked over, gently taking the medicine from his hand.

"Let me do it," she said softly.

This time, Albert didn’t push her away. Perhaps he knew that, as a doctor, she was more skilled in dealing with these things. His foot was a little red from the burn, and there was a bruise from the bowl hitting it. Although it wasn’t too serious, seeing it still made her feel bad.

When you love someone, you feel like you’re connected to them, almost as if your bloodlines are in sync. When they’re hurt, even the slightest bit, you feel the pain too.

After finishing the bandage, she put away the first aid kit and was about to leave, but he suddenly, in a cold tone, asked her,

"What about my bath?"

She didn’t immediately react, but after glancing at his foot, she seriously said,

"Well, maybe you should skip it today."

She turned to put the first aid kit away, but he suddenly grabbed her hand and, with gritted teeth, said,

"Don’t you know I can’t sleep if I don’t shower?"

Cynthia, following his words, innocently asked,

"So what should we do?"

A sly glint appeared in his eyes, although his face still wore an unhappy expression.

"You give me a bath."

If he wanted her to wash him, that would mean she’d have to see and touch his whole body, and that was clearly his sneaky way of trying to embarrass her. Realizing his intentions, she immediately rejected without hesitation.

"No way!"

Albert, irritated, angrily pushed her hand away, stood up, and limped into the bathroom. Cynthia quickly followed, shouting,

"Hey, your foot can’t get wet!"

He ignored her and slammed the bathroom door shut. She rushed inside, only to find him trying to unzip his pants. Blushing and flustered, she quickly backed out, realizing he wasn’t actually going to take a bath; he just wanted to get a reaction from her.

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn’t speak to her, and when she tried to help him, he coldly refused to respond. At first, Cynthia thought he was just throwing a little tantrum, trying to pressure her into giving him a bath. She didn’t think much of it. But as the night went on and it was time to turn off the lights to sleep, his mood hadn’t improved, and she started to worry, realizing he might actually be upset.

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"Albert..."

In the dark of the night, she carefully reached out to hold him, but he pushed her hand away, stood up, and turned the light on before heading to the bathroom. She sat there alone, her nose feeling sour with emotion.

The way he was treating her made her heart ache. But what was he angry about? She knew it wasn’t because of the accident with his foot; even if he was angry about her not quitting her job, it shouldn’t have lasted the whole night.

She sat there, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She quickly jumped out of bed and rushed in, only to find him standing under the faucet, washing himself. His strong, muscular body was on full display, and the foot she had just bandaged was already soaked with water. She suddenly felt she had been really unfair to him.

Startled by her sudden entrance, he raised his eyebrows at her in displeasure and snapped,

"What are you doing?"

She wasn’t sure why she did it, but instead of just standing there, she approached him under the shower and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her face on his back, she whispered helplessly,

"Albert, please don’t be angry, okay? I can’t stand it when you’re like this..." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The warm water flowed over them both, soaking them. Wearing only her pajamas, her shapely figure became evident in the steam, but she was so absorbed in the moment that she didn’t realize just how close she was holding him.