Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 130 - -Everyone likes you

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Quinn seemed to casually ask as he stared at her, who was focused on changing his bandages. Cynthia lowered her eyes, hiding the fleeting sadness in her gaze, and replied lightly,

"Good! Very well!"

He glanced at the dark circles under her eyes, then grabbed her hand,

"Has anyone ever told you that you're not good at lying?"

"Quinn, you really do meddle in a lot of things!"

She pulled her hand away and quickly finished dressing his wound before storming out.

Since that phone call in the middle of the night, he had disappeared without a trace. She had gradually gotten used to eating alone in that large house, sleeping alone, and going about her day as usual.

Later, she heard from Monica that Lucca had attempted suicide. She was momentarily stunned. Monica said it was because of the breakup Lucca had with Quinn, and her heart trembled violently. He and Lucca... were they breaking up?

Monica went on to say that Lucca had caused quite a scene this time, even involving her parents in the U.S. He couldn't leave and had to stay by Lucca's side every day, eventually sending her back to the U.S. to recover.

When Monica said this, there was a trace of sadness in her expression. Cynthia understood the reason for that sadness. Although Quinn had broken up with Lucca, with things escalating this way, it seemed likely that the situation would just... end like this, unresolved.

She hadn't called him again or sent any more texts. She had decided to let things take their course.

As the year came to a close, Monica came to find her and handed her a plane ticket, asking her to pack her things and return to the U.S. with them. Cynthia remembered that last year, she hadn't gone back when he had been sent back by the old man.

"I'm not going."

She held the plane ticket in her hand, thought for a moment, then smiled and handed it back to Monica.

"Monica, I'm not going."

Her voice was firm and stubborn. Monica was a little confused.

"Why, Cynthia? Everyone really likes you!"

Cynthia shook her head and lazily replied, "It's not about being liked or not..."

Everyone around him knew about his relationship with Lucca and understood that his marriage with her was nothing but a business arrangement. Now, with Lucca causing such a scene, and with her awkward position, what was she supposed to do if she went?

Besides, he had been gone for so long, without a single phone call or message. She was really hurt, to put it bluntly, she was angry at him.

So why, now that he gave an order, was she expected to drop everything and rush across the world to find him?

"Uh... Cynthia, you're making it hard for me..."

Monica frowned in frustration and pleaded with her.

Unfortunately, her attempts to act cute and beg didn't work on Cynthia. That trick might have worked on a fool like Jim, but it was useless against someone as stubborn and cold-hearted as Cynthia.

After pleading for a while with no result, Monica pouted, stamped her foot, and went off to the side to call Albert Wilson. Cynthia watched her walk away, her bohemian dress swaying as she moved, and found herself lost in thought.

Sometimes, Cynthia really envied Monica. She lived so freely and bravely, wearing whatever clothes she liked, doing what she wanted, loving the man she adored, not caring about the judgments of others, and unafraid of any difficulties or obstacles that might come her way.

Unlike her, who was always cautious, hesitant, and tangled up in considerations, awkwardly stumbling through life...

Soon, Monica walked over, holding the phone, and shoved it into Cynthia's hands with a nod toward her.

"Here, you talk to him yourself!"

Before Cynthia could react, Monica had already handed her the phone. From the other end, his displeased voice came through, distant and empty, like it was coming from far away.

"Why didn't you come?"

A voice that was both strange and familiar.

She lowered her gaze, watching the tea leaves that Wilson had just brewed for her and Monica. The small leaves spun in the cup, circling in a slow dance until they sank to the bottom, instantly silencing the liquid, leaving it still and quiet.

Her own voice sounded distant and faint as she replied, "No particular reason, I've just never traveled this far in such cold weather. It's too cold and exhausting, and I was afraid I wouldn't adapt..."

Her soft and obedient tone eased some of Albert Wilson's irritation. He knew she was especially sensitive to the cold in winter—her hands and feet were always freezing, and while others might wear one layer, she'd layer up with three or four.

And this winter in America was particularly cold, with heavy snowfalls every day. Added to that, Lucca's situation was also troublesome. So, he didn't press her any further.

The silence stretched on, neither of them speaking. The quiet was thick enough that they could hear each other's shallow breaths. Albert Wilson felt a creeping sense of longing fill his chest. Without thinking, he spoke.

"I'll come back after the New Year."

"Mm."

She responded simply, without any emotion in her voice.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He clenched his teeth, irritated by her detached and indifferent manner. He missed the way she had been so full of passion the night before.

"What should I say?"

Her response was as cool as before, and in frustration, he hung up the phone abruptly.

Hearing her voice today, he suddenly realized that it had been many days since he last contacted her. Ever since Lucca's incident, he hadn't had a single peaceful day.

Lucca's parents were deeply upset with him. Her father remained relatively calm, but her mother, upon seeing her beloved daughter in such a condition, fainted on the spot.

Meanwhile, Lucca was diagnosed by doctors with mild schizophrenia, and her mother became even more relentless toward him. She even went to the old man and scolded him harshly.

She berated him for how he had raised such an ungrateful person, claiming that her once lively daughter had been tortured into this broken state. Seeing the old man's embarrassed and disheveled appearance, he suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt toward him.

The old man, although often joking around and acting carefree, was someone who cared deeply about being criticized for not properly raising them. After all, they were all orphans who had never experienced the warmth of a family. The old man feared being accused of raising them without manners or proper upbringing.

Cynthia stared at the phone that had been abruptly hung up, feeling a bit frustrated. This person's temper was really quite something. She had intended to tell Albert Wilson, "I miss you, I miss you so much," but before she could even open her mouth, he hung up the phone.

Monica was sitting across from her, holding a large pillow and resting her head on it. Her bright face was full of frustration.

"Sigh, it's going to be so many days before I can see him again. It's really torture, pure torture!"

Cynthia took a sip of tea, watching her cute expression and asked with a smile, "Is it now at the point where a day apart feels like three years?"

Monica shyly nodded.

"Yeah..."

However, that shy expression lasted only a second before being replaced with anger because she remembered what had happened last night. After finishing work, she was just about to go on a date when that damn JC had gotten in her way, saying there was an urgent document that she needed to finish before the end of the day.

Although she valued love above all, she also knew that work could not be taken lightly, so she reluctantly went back to work on the document. But that damn man wasn't satisfied with her first attempt, nor with the second.

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After countless revisions, when the clock finally struck ten, he was finally satisfied. By then, she just wanted to take off her high heels and beat him with them. His smug, fox-like grin made her think he was doing this on purpose.

Who would have thought that after finishing work, he insisted on treating her to a drink to thank her for her help. She refused, but he dragged her to his car and took her to a bar. Once there, he made her drink like a fish, until she was completely drunk.

He was going on a business trip for a week starting today, and when he returned, she would already be flying to the U.S. A month would probably pass in the back-and-forth chaos. Thinking about it, she gritted her teeth in frustration over that JC.

In the blink of an eye, it was nearing the end of the year. That morning, Cynthia woke up and found herself lying alone on the warm, sunlit bed. She suddenly felt a pang of melancholy because, without realizing it, she had started thinking about all the little moments from last year's New Year spent together.

Looking back now, she realized that it had been the only period in their entire time together that had been free of arguments or cold wars—peaceful, calm, and carefree.

Bonnie called and said that the group of them had plans to go out and party that evening, asking if Cynthia wanted to join. She wasn't usually a fan of such occasions, but today, maybe because she was feeling down and needed to vent, she agreed.

Bonnie was now doing well at a small magazine, Vivian had landed a job as a copywriter at a large company, and what surprised Cynthia the most was Nancy—who had always been tough and masculine—suddenly saying she wanted to go to the West to teach after graduation.

After the four of them pooled their money to feast and drink to their heart's content, they headed to a KTV. Ultimately, they were old friends with similar personalities, so when they let loose, they went all in.

While they were singing loudly in the private room, Cynthia's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it, immediately dismissed the call, and continued singing while staring at the big screen.

By the time the party ended, it was nearly midnight. The four of them had partied hard—singing, drinking, and enjoying themselves a bit too much—helping each other out as they left the KTV.

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Freddy, looking anxious and nervous, standing with the driver, waiting for her. Upon seeing her, he quickly approached, helped her into the car, and escorted her inside.