Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 18 - - Love at first sight!

Chapter 18 - Chapter 18- Love at first sight!

Cynthia's true desire was merely to sever her thoughts of that other person as soon as possible.

"You want it low-key, but I, Albert Wilson, must pay attention to my own reputation and image!"

Albert coldly stated before leaving, leaving her in a room filled with a chilling anger.

She curled her lips in self-mockery. Well, here they were again, parting on unfriendly terms.

In the grand BGIG building, the clean and bright first-floor lobby was filled with BGIG employees waiting for the elevator.

After a fragrant scent wafted in, accompanied by the sound of jingling bells, a woman dressed in a colorful long skirt swayed her way over. With alluring chestnut waves cascading down her back and her tall 168 cm figure, her enchanting yet slightly aloof face bore a faint smile at the corners of her lips...

She radiated a rich ethnic flair with her elaborate jewelry—a bracelet on her wrist, a chain around her neck, and dangling earrings. This woman was Monica, the chief secretary of BGIG's president, Albert Wilson.

She lived freely and whimsically, favoring vibrant ethnic clothing over the business suits that were popular in BGIG. Albert Wilson turned a blind eye to her defiance, knowing that her unique style was her way of masking her inner turmoil.

Because of his indulgence, rumors swirled that Monica was Albert Wilson's woman, which gave her the audacity to act so recklessly. In the face of gossip, she merely smiled and moved on.

Is there a man in your life who isn't your lover or a brother by blood, yet he is tolerant and indulgent toward you? He can see through all your vulnerabilities and insecurities. Should such a man be called… a confidant?

With a smile gracing her lips, she gracefully entered the exclusive elevator to the top floor. Everywhere she walked, men stood in awe, while women looked on with envy and resentment.

Her degree from Oxford's finance department commanded respect, and no one dared underestimate her abilities. It was said that she worked with relentless determination, impressing the male executives who had interacted with her. If she only had her beauty, even Albert Wilson, who was notoriously selective, wouldn't have kept her by his side for so many years.

In the elevator stood a man who had arrived before her. She greeted him with a bright smile,

"JC, GOOD MORNING!"

The man, referred to as JC, twitched his lips, his handsome face darkening as he turned his head away, ignoring her. She leaned against the wall, casually admiring her newly done nails, and said nonchalantly,

"JC, you know, keeping that cold expression every day might give you a facial paralysis!"

As soon as her words fell, a loud bang suddenly echoed from above, startling her. She looked up to find Jim's perpetually icy face hovering just above her. It turned out he had reached his limit and had slammed his fist against the elevator ceiling, effectively pinning her there as he loomed over her.

Monica, of course, was horrified and could no longer admire her nails.

"Jim! What are you doing?" she exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Since you love wearing ethnic attire so much, why not just travel back in time?" Jim snapped at her. This woman called him "JC" every day, making him feel like a servant. He was the esteemed assistant to the president of BGIG, after all!

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

"What are you two doing?" Albert Wilson asked, arms crossed, frowning at the two of them in a rather compromising position.

At Albert's question, the two of them snapped back to reality. Monica shoved Jim aside and pouted as she walked over to wrap her arm around Albert Wilson's.

"Boss, JC is teasing me! Woe is me!" she complained, her face a picture of indignation.

Jim was utterly exasperated, glaring at her with a look that could kill. So this is what it meant to be the one who was wronged first! Just look at how she was acting now!

Albert Wilson, feeling a headache coming on, pushed her away and casually remarked, "He'd rather tease a man than you!"

He knew his two assistants all too well; neither had any romantic feelings for the other and they clearly didn't get along. Yet he often found himself mediating their disputes amidst his busy schedule.

"Hmph!"

Monica clearly wasn't satisfied with her boss's comment. She shot Jim a resentful glare and turned to head into her office.

Albert Wilson glanced at Jim and said, "You're a grown man; at least show some composure. Why do you pick fights with her every day?"

Jim had followed him since he was young, and Albert knew his personality well: steady, calm, and unfazed by circumstances. But ever since Monica graduated from college and joined BGIG three years ago, Jim's icy facade had begun to crack little by little.

"Why don't you try being called JC every day?"

Jim couldn't help but yell back.

Albert Wilson was at a loss for words and had to bring up work to defuse the tension.

"Come to my office!"

He then strode toward his own office.

Sighing, Jim felt that his boss's indifference toward that woman was tantamount to aiding and abetting her mischief. He took a deep breath to regain his usual calm demeanor and followed Albert Wilson into his office.

"You're taking her to buy a house today," Albert said, leaning back in his chair, his deep-set eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"Uh… okay!"

Jim quickly realized that the "her" Albert referred to was his new bride.

Just as he was about to leave, he hesitated and finally asked, "Albert, why her?"

The fact that Albert Wilson was marrying Doreen Lancaster was an open secret within BlackRock, yet he had returned from the Lancaster family only to announce that the bride had been changed to some unknown woman named Cynthia.

Jim knew Albert was always cautious, never making decisions without careful consideration or planning. This sudden change was not typical of his usual style!

A flicker of an unnoticeable emotion crossed Albert's calm face as he replied coolly, "Because she's indifferent toward me. When the time comes to separate, it'll cause us less trouble."

Jim gave him a skeptical glance before backing out of the office.

Since that day when Cynthia and Albert Wilson parted on unfriendly terms, her life returned to a calm routine. Each day, she focused on the things she wanted to do, working hard for her small dreams.

On the other hand, Albert's side was anything but peaceful. Since announcing the wedding date, media coverage of the event escalated, relentlessly pursuing the story. As one of the first among the four leaders of BlackRock to enter matrimony, coupled with his title as the head of BGIG, it was hard for anyone not to take notice.

However, the elusive bride remained nowhere to be found, leading reporters to hound Albert at every turn. Whenever anyone asked him why he was rushing into marriage, he would smile charmingly and reply with four words: "Love at first sight!"

At these moments, Cynthia would simply smile in return. Occasionally, when classmates or friends inquired about it, she would mimic his demeanor, smiling lightly and politely: "It's just a case of sharing the same name!"

No one would have expected that an unassuming woman like her would be the chosen bride.

Sometimes she thought about it and found him quite considerate. He must have noticed her reluctance to be in the spotlight and chose not to force her to appear before the media.

Logically, for a wedding of this caliber, the bride should show herself, but he had never sought her out, and she was more than happy to enjoy her peace.

The next day, Jim, his assistant, came to find her, saying he would accompany her to buy a house, to which she readily agreed. When they stood in front of the apartment she had chosen, Jim was completely taken aback, looking at her with surprise, confusion, and a deep curiosity.

She hadn't picked a luxurious seaside villa or an upscale apartment; instead, she chose a property located more inland in the city. This area, which she had long admired, was essentially the city's slum, but it was very close to the orphanage, just a ten-minute walk away. Most importantly, many people here were in need of help.

Upon seeing her choice, people might wonder what she meant by "things she wanted to do." Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, she might seem ordinary, but she was proud and stubborn, holding on to her own beliefs and pursuits. Her dream was simple: to use her hands to heal those in need.

Every day she skipped classes to learn medicine from Marc, who had once been an exceptionally skilled doctor. Eventually disillusioned with the pursuit of wealth, he founded the orphanage to take in children suffering from illnesses or who were homeless.

All she wanted was to live a simple life, to find someone she loved who would support her choices and career, and then… live happily together for a lifetime. Looking back, she realized how naive and childish those initial aspirations were; she hadn't yet understood the unpredictability of life.

After resolving the housing issue, she didn't move in immediately but instead began renovations. Of course, she didn't tell Jim about any of this; she planned to do it all after he left. This would be her world to live in alone, and she was determined to design and decorate it thoughtfully.

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No one had given her a home, so she would create one for herself.