Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 99 - - Woman’s intuition

At the hospital, Monica and Jim, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, anxiously asked about both her and his condition. As for her, she was fine, only suffering from the initial shock and swallowing a few mouthfuls of seawater. Other than that, there were no major issues.

However, he... After rescuing her, what had happened that caused him to faint?

Before she could finish saying a few words, she sneezed several times. Monica, seeing her drenched in water, quickly took off her ethnic-style shawl and draped it over her shoulders.

"Little Cynthia, you should go home and change clothes. You'll catch a cold like this. I'll stay here with JC to take care of things!"

After saying that, she glanced at Jim, who was standing silently beside them. His expression was grim as he stared at her. Following his gaze, she looked down and realized that she was wearing a strapless long dress. After Monica had given her the shawl, her bare shoulders were exposed.

With her already curvaceous figure, this sight inevitably caught the attention of the crowd around them, especially the men. Some men, even from a distance, couldn't stop glancing back at her.

Just as she was looking down at herself, a suit jacket with a warm male body temperature was unceremoniously thrown over her. Jim's voice, tinged with sarcasm, followed soon after.

"Stop making a fool of yourself. What's there to show off with that body of yours?"

Monica was livid at his words. How dare he say her figure was lacking? If it weren't in public, she'd strip it off and show him exactly where she lacked!

She was a perfect nine-heads-tall beauty, with a fantastic body proportion. The right places were curvy, and the wrong places had not a speck of excess fat!

Fuming, she yanked his jacket off and was about to throw it at him. But then, her pretty eyes shifted, and she suddenly calmed down, sniffing the jacket with a frown for a long while.

"JC, why does your jacket smell like a woman? You weren't at some woman's party again last night, were you? Ugh, it stinks! It's giving me a headache!"

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly rubbed her forehead as if she were about to faint. Upon hearing her words, Jim immediately drew Cynthia's surprised gaze, as well as the attention of the few BlackRock men standing by the hospital door. Their eyes seemed to convey the same message: How could Jim's assistant be such a mess in his personal life?

Jim's face was filled with embarrassment, but he had no way to explain himself. He hadn't been with a woman in days, nor had he seen one. He had just changed into this outfit today, so where was this so-called "woman's scent" coming from?

Just as he was about to step forward and grab his jacket back, he noticed the glances from his subordinates constantly drifting toward Monica's exposed shoulders. Instantly, his large hand that was meant to retrieve the jacket landed firmly on her shoulder, and he forcefully draped the suit over her.

"You're wearing this today, whether you like it or not!"

Usually, she was the one who was strong, domineering, and willful in front of him, leaving him with no room to speak. But this time, Jim finally decided to be a bit more forceful.

Monica, unable to resist his firm grip, could only grumble in anger and embarrassment.

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"Jim, you... shameless!"

She hadn't expected that Jim would dare to treat her this way. She had always been the one to bully him, but now, being bullied by him like this, she couldn't swallow her frustration.

Seeing that things were about to escalate into an argument between the two of them, while the doctor was still inside diagnosing the patient, Cynthia stepped in. She couldn't understand how Jim, the boss, could have such an employee!

She stepped forward and pulled Monica away.

"Monica, let's step outside for a bit!"

At Cynthia's intervention, Monica shot Jim a furious glare before following Cynthia out of the ward.

The May weather was bright and clear, with plants beginning to sprout new green buds, giving the scene a lively, energetic feel.

Cynthia wrapped herself more tightly in Monica's oversized shawl, feeling warm for the first time in a while. She decided to get straight to the point and asked without hesitation.

"Monica, do you know about the situation with him and Lucca?"

For some reason, Cynthia couldn't shake the feeling that this time, her kidnapping had something to do with that woman. Even if it wasn't directly her doing, it was definitely connected to her in some way.

Although that woman appeared gentle, obedient, and charming, Cynthia just couldn't bring herself to like her. The gunshot at the birthday banquet had completely filled her with dread toward that woman. She didn't ask if he had investigated that incident, because she knew that even if she did, he wouldn't tell her.

When she asked Monica about it, Monica was so shocked that her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she stammered, "You... you... you—Cynthia, how do you know about their relationship?"

The relationship between Albert Wilson and Lucca was known only to a few close people. Due to Lucca's special identity, they were always cautious when talking about her in front of Cynthia.

Sometimes, when she thought about it, Cynthia felt a bit sympathetic toward Lucca. For the man she loved, Lucca had given up a life of luxury in the U.S., concealed her true identity as his girlfriend, and had to watch him flirt with other women. She even tolerated his marriage to another woman.

Seeing Monica's nervous expression, Cynthia tightened the shawl around her and smiled slightly.

"Woman's intuition."

Monica glanced at her with some difficulty and said, "Cynthia, his relationship with Lucca is his private matter, I... it's not really appropriate for me to talk about it."

"It's okay!" Cynthia replied with a smile.

Cynthia noticed how uncomfortable Monica was, so she didn't press her further. In fact, she didn't really want to know about his relationship with that woman; she just wanted to confirm whether her guess about Lucca's identity was correct.

After all, she had only deduced that Lucca was the person who had a special place in his heart based on her silhouette, without any concrete evidence. Now, seeing Monica's reaction, she immediately understood—so it was her!

Monica bit her lip, hesitating for a while before speaking again.

"I can only say... she is someone very important to my brother."

Monica spoke cautiously, stealing a glance at her, but Cynthia was only listening calmly. Monica sighed inwardly, then continued.

"She's saved my brother twice. Without her, he wouldn't be here."

Hearing this, a glimmer of surprise flashed in Cynthia's eyes, followed by a relieved smile. She had saved his life? Twice? Just like Vincent was willing to sacrifice everything for her, that woman must have given her all for him. Cynthia suddenly understood those crazy actions of hers a little better.

She didn't say anything else, simply turning around and crossing her arms, gazing out. Her small profile gave off an aura of calm detachment, making anyone want to pull her into their embrace and cherish her.

Seeing her reaction, Monica quickly added, "But I don't think my brother feels love for her."

Monica, a woman who had experienced love, knew well what it was like to truly love someone. Lucca couldn't make him laugh, couldn't anger him, couldn't make him hurt, and couldn't drive him crazy.

When he was with her, he was always polite and composed. To put it bluntly, he seemed like a lifeless, stagnant pool of water. Monica sometimes felt pity for him. Was he really going to live like this for the rest of his life?