Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 89 - 91- how do you have a key to my place?

In the afternoon, Cynthia finally woke up from her deep sleep. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a beautiful, sleepy face. The same bold, ethnic-style clothing, and on her fair wrist, a string of intricate chains. Cynthia blinked in confusion and called out:

"Monica?"

She had a vivid impression of this beautiful woman—someone who loved boldly and hated boldly, a woman with a genuine personality. Who wouldn't like that?

As soon as Cynthia spoke, Monica immediately woke up, blinking her sleepy, large eyes. Stretching her body lazily, she complained:

"Ah, little Cynthia, you're finally awake. Keeping watch here is such a boring thing to do!"

However, despite her complaints, Cynthia could tell there was no trace of unhappiness in her tone. After a whole day of resting, the pain in Cynthia's lower abdomen had disappeared, though her body still felt weak. But Monica's cute appearance lifted her mood slightly, so she teased:

"Then why did you come to keep watch?"

Monica pouted.

"Of course, it's because my capitalist boss forced me to come here!"

Cynthia couldn't help but smile, clearly fond of Monica's personality. Even when she was pouting in frustration, she looked beautiful. But as Cynthia smiled, something didn't quite feel right, and she furrowed her brow, asking:

"He made you come?"

Monica looked even more wronged, as if she wanted to sigh dramatically.

"Yes! Not only did he make me come, he also had me bring a whole bunch of things with me!"

Cynthia was puzzled as she watched Monica pick up a paper bag from the floor. As she opened it to show Cynthia the contents, Monica proudly explained:

"This is some gynecological medicine my boss somehow got his hands on!"

"..."

Cynthia was momentarily taken aback. Gynecological medicine? Was he trying to treat her? But... was it really necessary for him to be so considerate to her, his so-called wife?

Seeing her frozen in place, Monica quietly chuckled. So little Cynthia had never expected her boss to do something like this? If she'd known, she would have let him deliver it himself. That way, seeing her current expression, his proud self-esteem would surely take a hit.

He needed someone to humble him. Oh dear, was she being too evil? How could she wish for someone else to bring her boss down a peg? Even so, she continued to mock him:

"Wow, it's rare to see our stingy, miserly boss being so generous. These medicines and the yellow wine must've cost him thousands of yuan!"

"Heh heh!"

Cynthia felt that all she could do was smile awkwardly, thinking Monica made it sound like he was being overly kind to her.

"Then, please thank him for me!"

"Not gonna happen!"

Monica rejected her without hesitation.

"If you want to thank him, you do it yourself. I'm not going to be your messenger!"

Cynthia, feeling embarrassed, changed the subject to ease her discomfort.

"How have you been lately?"

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Monica knew exactly what Cynthia meant—her romantic life. With a bright sparkle in her eyes, Monica cheerfully replied:

"How could anyone bear to abandon such a wonderful girl like me? So... he's come to his senses again!"

Seeing Monica so happy, Cynthia didn't say anything further. Although she truly felt sorry for such a wonderful woman, after all, that man was already married and couldn't give her a legitimate status, love is subjective—there's no right or wrong when it comes to emotions.

As she watched the IV drip nearly finish, Monica quickly reached to turn on the light by the bed to call the nurse in, but Cynthia stopped her.

"No need, I can take it out myself!"

Being a doctor herself, Cynthia thought there was no need to bother the nurse for something so simple.

"Huh? You're taking it out yourself?"

To Monica, who knew nothing about medicine and was terrified of IV drips, Cynthia's actions seemed completely unimaginable.

While Monica was still in shock, Cynthia expertly removed the needle and took care of the puncture site. Then, she looked up at the still-surprised Monica and said:

"Monica, my IV is done. You should head back to the office now. You've already wasted a whole day."

"Oh, right. Wait, let me call my boss. He said you need to let him know once the IV is finished. He might want to send you home!"

Monica picked up her phone to call Albert Wilson, but Cynthia quickly stopped her.

"No need to trouble him. I can just take a taxi. I'm fine now!"

What's the deal? She wasn't a critically ill patient. Once the pain was gone, she was just like any other person, maybe a bit weak physically, but that was all.

"But the boss specifically asked..." Monica hesitated, looking at the phone Cynthia was holding down.

Cynthia insisted, "No need to worry about what he said. Just take me home instead!"

With that, she threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Unable to argue with her, Monica gave in and drove her back to her place. She helped Cynthia inside, then wandered around, touring her small home, excitedly exploring the place.

"Little Cynthia, your place is so cozy! I don't want to leave. I think I should just move in and live with you!"

Cynthia laughed, "Sure, you're welcome anytime!"

But then Monica suddenly sighed, pouted, and got up from the couch.

"Actually, never mind. My boss would probably kill me!"

Cynthia was speechless again. Could Monica stop talking about her boss in every other sentence? And that nickname—it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Monica, don't call me that anymore. Just call me Cynthia, or simply Cynthia works too!"

After all, Monica was older than her, yet she kept calling her "little Cynthia," which sounded so awkward.

Monica chuckled mischievously.

"Hehe, fine. But you have to call me Monica!"

Cynthia could only laugh helplessly. After seeing Monica off, she made herself a quick meal, then snuggled up in bed with a hot water bottle to read. Just as she was getting drowsy, there was a sudden noise outside the door. She was instantly jolted awake, her sleepiness gone in an instant. Trembling, she asked:

"Who is it?"

Since she had changed the lock last time, no one else had a key to her place. Now, with someone entering her home, all sorts of bad thoughts flashed through her mind.

There was no response, but she clearly heard the sound of someone coming in. Her vision blurred, and in her current state, she couldn't even call out for help. If someone was robbing her, she'd have no choice but to accept it.

As she anxiously waited, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a familiar face appeared. She immediately relaxed, letting go of the hand that had been clutching her chest. She sighed in relief.

But the next moment, she was surprised and asked:

"You... how do you have a key to my place?"

He frowned as he glanced at her nervous expression, seemingly displeased with how she was reacting. Then, without any hint of concern, he casually took off his coat and walked in.

"I had one made myself."

"You..."

Cynthia was so angry that she couldn't speak. She lowered her head, avoiding looking at him. As she did, she accidentally noticed the medical book she had been reading, quickly hiding it under the pillow behind her.