Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 143 - - A friend

The next day, after Cynthia had finished washing and applying her makeup, she suddenly noticed a small shadow on her chin when she looked up. At first, she thought it was due to the lighting.

But as she looked closer, it didn't seem right. She raised her chin and stared at the mirror, and only then did she realize that there was indeed a mark. It wasn't caused by the light; it was a red bruise.

She stared at it in confusion for a while, and suddenly, she exclaimed, "Ah!" It turned out to be the handiwork of someone from last night. She remembered how he had held her chin and kept kissing her passionately during their intimacy. She hadn't expected it to turn out like this!

Thinking of this, she angrily stormed out of the bathroom and headed straight for the luxurious bed. The person in question was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. The blanket had slipped down to his waist, revealing most of his strong upper body.

She couldn't help but recall his intense demands from last night. Her face flushed, and she yanked the blanket off him. The cold air rushed in, and he woke up groggily, barely opening his eyes. Seeing her furious expression, he sleepily asked,

"What's wrong, honey?"

She wasn't in the mood to pay attention to his cheesy nickname. Raising her head, she pointed at her chin and complained to him,

"Look at what you've done!"

It was one thing when he left marks on her neck or body; she could cover them up with a turtleneck. But now he had bitten her chin—how was she supposed to go out and face people?

Albert Wilson was startled awake by her anger, and when he saw her pointing at her chin, he squinted in confusion. After noticing the bruise, his face immediately turned full of concern as he pulled her into his embrace.

"How did this happen? How could you be so careless?"

He was blaming her? Cynthia, near tears, could only turn his face toward her and bite down hard on his chin. She didn't stop until she left a mark there, finally feeling somewhat satisfied as she released him.

Albert Wilson covered his chin, wailing in mock pain, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Honey, did you kiss the wrong place? Shouldn't you have kissed here?"

He said this while innocently pointing to his lips. In fact, he had known from the moment she bit his chin how she got that bruise, but he was teasing her on purpose, wanting to see her adorable, slightly out-of-control reaction.

Sure enough, she angrily shoved him away.

"Albert Wilson, go to hell!"

He laughed and quickly reached out to pull her back into his arms, then gently traced his finger over the bruise on her chin.

"I'm sorry, I know I caused this last night..."

His suddenly soft tone left Cynthia unable to continue being harsh with him. His eyes were filled with concern and guilt, and her heart immediately softened. She found herself staring at him, lost in thought.

His face still carried the laziness of just waking up, and the stubble on his lips had grown into a dark shadow overnight, adding a touch of mature, masculine composure to his appearance. As she stared at him, she felt his lips draw closer and closer.

Suddenly, she became nervous and quickly shut her eyes. Just as she felt his lips were about to meet hers, her phone suddenly rang. She jumped in surprise, quickly opened her eyes, and sprang out of his embrace to answer the call.

Albert Wilson frowned, feeling frustrated as he stared at her walking towards the balcony with her phone in hand. His already foul mood grew darker as he overheard part of her conversation. He heard her say, "Vince."

Cynthia, after seeing the caller ID on her phone, carefully made her way to the balcony and answered the call in a low voice.

"Vince..."

"What's wrong, Cynthia? Is it inconvenient to talk?"

Vincent's concerned voice came through the phone, and if one listened closely, they could detect a hint of longing in his tone.

Since deciding to let go, he had been carefully concealing his feelings for her. He wasn't the type to force things—he just wanted her to be happy, and he would rather silently watch over her from behind.

"Mm..."

Cynthia glanced back at Albert Wilson, who was darkly staring at her from the other side, and she felt a little embarrassed as she spoke.

Vincent hesitated before speaking again.

"How about this, Cynthia? This isn't something we can sort out over the phone. If you have the time... maybe we could meet and talk?"

When he asked this, there was a hint of unease in his tone. He wasn't sure if it was convenient for her to meet him, or rather, if she even wanted to see him.

Hearing him ask, Cynthia hesitated again. She was living here now, under the watchful eyes of that man. Since he wasn't working, he saw everything she did. If he found out she was going out to meet Vincent, with his temper, he would probably peel her skin off.

Although she no longer had strong feelings for Vincent, she knew that the jealous man would certainly mind.

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Her hesitation, however, made Vincent think that she didn't want to meet him. He quickly explained,

"Cynthia, I've been thinking about this, and I feel that it can't be easy for a young woman like you to manage the clinic on your own. So, I asked a friend at the hospital to help you find a position at a hospital. If you're willing, it'd be best if we could meet to discuss this..."

He felt sorry for her, thinking about how she had to face so many challenges alone. A girl like her, so beautiful, deserved to be pampered and cared for, but instead, she was carrying the weight of the whole orphanage on her fragile shoulders.

Although he anonymously donated to the orphanage every month, his own salary was limited. His father, Karl, had money, but he knew it came from dubious sources, so he kept his distance from him.

After thinking it over, he had asked a friend to help her find a hospital job. Though she wasn't a certified medical graduate, he vouched for her character and skills, and only then did his friend agree to accept her.

"Really?"

Hearing Vincent's words, Cynthia couldn't help but widen her eyes in delight, and her tone naturally became higher. Of course, this only made the man in the room more displeased. He darkened his face, kicked off the blanket, and walked into the bathroom.

Getting a job at a hospital, a stable and safe place, was Cynthia's dream. If it weren't for the lack of formal qualifications, why would she have to run her own clinic? Why would she have to take on dangerous jobs on the streets just to keep the orphanage running?

So, when faced with Vincent's offer, she happily agreed. But thinking about the man at home, she had no choice but to say,

"Vince, I'll call you when I find a good time!"

Vincent, of course, had no objections. He had always been considerate of her wishes, always putting her happiness and emotions first, unlike that man, who only knew how to bully her and force her to comply with his desires.

After hanging up the phone, she returned to the room and saw him walking out of the bathroom after his shower. He glanced at her casually, as if not paying much attention, and asked,

"Who was on the phone for so long?"

"Uh... A friend..."

She stammered,

"I'll go check if breakfast is ready!"

With that, she turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Albert Wilson behind, his face dark with displeasure. He had understood from the way she had said Vincent's name that she had already let go of Vincent in her heart, but he still couldn't shake the discomfort of her lack of honesty toward him.

He had clearly heard her saying Vincent's name, yet when she turned to him, she claimed it was "a friend." While Vincent could indeed be considered her friend, he was not just any friend. Couldn't she have been honest with him and said it was Vincent who had called?

The feeling of being deceived left him frustrated, and as a result, his mood remained sour throughout breakfast. Fredy, sitting beside him, was too scared to breathe too loudly, while Cynthia had no idea why he was suddenly so angry.