Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 19 - - love or hate

Chapter 19 - Chapter 19- love or hate

Cynthia told herself that she needed to learn how to live alone, regardless of whether there was someone to love her by her side. She needed to focus on what she should do, accepting both love and solitude with grace. When fate arrives, she would reach out to grasp it; when it wasn't yet present, she would create a cozy little world for herself.

With love, she would give her all; without love, she could still enjoy her own company. In this life, she sought only peace of mind, not a grand romance.

Days passed like this for about a week. One morning, she was hurriedly preparing to head to the orphanage when Marc called to ask for her help with a new case. Over the years, the orphanage had relied entirely on Marc's connections to secure difficult surgical jobs to sustain itself.

But Marc was getting older, and some critical surgeries were beyond his capability now. Sometimes she felt frustrated with herself for not having learned his medical skills sooner, so she could ease his burdens.

As she rushed downstairs, she suddenly received his call, asking where she was. After a moment's hesitation, she replied that she was at school. His tone surprised her with its seriousness.

"I'm right outside your school. Let's meet."

Anxiously, she asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's important," he replied, his concise answer leaving no room for refusal. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and go outside.

From a distance, she spotted his silver-gray car glinting mysteriously in the sunlight, much like him—enigmatic and hard to read. Once she got in the car, he immediately asked, "Do you have your ID?"

"Yes," she answered honestly, unsure why he suddenly inquired about it. He didn't say anything else, pressing down on the gas pedal as the car sped away like the wind.

As the streets became increasingly unfamiliar, her anxiety mounted, and she felt a strong urge to open the car door and jump out.

"Um, excuse me, can I ask what this is about?" she ventured.

He glanced back at her, his gaze curious. She quickly added, "I have something urgent to attend to!"

"What's so important?" he casually asked while focused on driving.

"Uh…" She hadn't anticipated his follow-up question and found herself at a loss for words. She didn't want him to know anything about her life; after all, they were merely strangers to each other.

"Are you in a hurry to go on a date?"

He chuckled lightly, but his tone felt as cold as the words themselves.

Cynthia felt her frustration rise and shot him an irritated glare. This man! Who had the energy to entertain such juvenile jokes right now? It was utterly ridiculous! Besides, she didn't think their relationship was close enough to joke around like that; he was really full of himself.

Turning away from him, she focused on the view outside, but her hands couldn't help but twist the straps of her bag, betraying her underlying anxiety and tension. He caught a glimpse of the nearly frayed straps and remarked, "This will only take about twenty minutes."

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With no room to protest further, she glanced at the time and figured she might still be able to make it. Silently, she prayed that time would hurry along.

Susan's calls came in one after another, and Cynthia had no choice but to grit her teeth and hang up. She quickly sent her a text, letting her know that if she couldn't make it back in time, Susan should go ahead and take care of things for her.

Susan and her twin brother Gary were her junior colleagues and assistants. Both siblings had congenital heart disease, and after being taken in by the old man, they had undergone several surgeries, which had alleviated their conditions significantly, but they still faced the risk of relapse.

When the car finally stopped in front of the civil affairs bureau, Cynthia was dazed for a long moment before she realized this was what he meant by an important matter. Indeed, it was important for ordinary couples. But for her, it felt like a nightmare.

He had already stepped out of the car and opened the door for her with a gentlemanly demeanor. Stiffly, she sat there, blankly gazing up at him. Above his head, the bright April sun shone down; it wasn't as scorching as the summer sun, but it still made her head spin.

Suddenly, her mind went blank, and instinctively, she reached out and slammed the car door shut, isolating herself from him. Although she didn't have the courage to look up and see his expression, she could still feel his cold gaze penetrating through the thick car door and piercing her heart.

She remained in the car, unwilling to get out, but he didn't force her. He simply stood there silently outside, hands in his pockets, seemingly confident that she wouldn't dare to stay inside much longer.

Cynthia hated his air of inevitability. If he had angrily opened the door to confront her or humiliate her, she wouldn't have minded. But it was his calm, unhurried demeanor that made her feel angry... and scared.

Grinding her teeth, she finally opened the door and slowly stepped out. He merely shot her a cold glance before turning and striding into the building. Frustrated, she hurried to follow him.

He must have arranged everything in advance because the large law office where they were to register their marriage seemed cleared out, with only one staff member present. Upon seeing them, the staff member greeted them with a fawning smile, saying, "Albert, you're here! This way, please!"

After they registered, Cynthia was still in a daze, barely aware that he was still holding her hand.

During the photo session, she felt so stiff and distant from him that the staff member had to remind her several times to adjust her position. In the end, he pulled her into his arms, which allowed them to finally take the photo.

It was easy to imagine how bad she looked in that photo. Still caught off guard by being pulled into his embrace, the damn staff member pressed the shutter at the exact moment, capturing her terrified expression as she leaned into him, making it seem like marrying him was a terrifying thing.

In contrast, the man remained calm and composed, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Cynthia was very displeased and protested to the staff member. The man was already handsome and outstanding; standing next to him made her feel a bit inferior. Now, with her disheveled appearance, even her usual calmness was hard to maintain. After all, if she had put on a bright smile, she could at least be considered charming.

However, the man squinted at her for a long time before coolly stating, "Very good! No need to take any more pictures!"

The staff member then shot her a triumphant glance before eagerly following him. Cynthia stood there in confusion, staring blankly at the man's retreating figure.

What she didn't know was that, after spending so much time together, she rarely let down her façade of indifference in front of him, so he couldn't help but want to collect those rare glimpses of her true self.

Dazed, she followed him to the door. As the wind hit her face, her muddled mind suddenly cleared up. She noticed her hand completely enveloped in his, and she instinctively gasped, planning to pull it away.

However, before she could react, he released her hand because he received a phone call. She noticed his usually graceful demeanor stiffen slightly as he let go of her hand and stepped aside to answer the phone.

She swore she didn't intend to eavesdrop, but the cries on the other end were too sorrowful to ignore. She watched as he frowned slightly while walking away, quietly asking, "Why are they crying?"

She couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking it was likely someone dear to him calling to confront him. Why put themselves through this? Because of something he had said—whether intentionally or jokingly—now three people were suffering.

His voice floated back to her intermittently with the gentle breeze, piercing her heart like sharp arrows. He said, "Haven't I explained to you many times that this marriage is just a facade?"

The smile at the corners of her lips suddenly stiffened. After staring blankly for a moment, she quickly turned her head away to hide the sorrow in her eyes. Just then, a taxi drove by, and she reached out to hail it, jumping in without looking back as she left.

Who could be more embarrassed than her? Just after registering their marriage, her husband had already turned to another woman, sweetly explaining that this marriage was merely a game!

Though she often appeared cold and indifferent, she was actually quite conservative. Even if she felt no strong emotions—love or hate—toward him and was reluctant about this marriage, deep down she still hoped for it to last.

What she didn't know was that they were both proud, stubborn, rebellious individuals, yet deep inside, they were also very conservative. Not only did she wish to hold onto this marriage, but he did too!

However, there's a saying in this world: "A person's circumstances are beyond their control." And there's a kind of fate called "missed opportunities…"

Meanwhile, Albert Wilson was on the phone when he caught sight of her getting into the taxi without looking back, leaving with no hesitation—so cold it was almost infuriating. His tone became somewhat harsh as he said, "Fine! I've told you so many times that if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"

He decisively hung up the phone, and it was only then that he realized it was the first time in many years he had raised his voice at someone on the other end of the line.

Glaring in the direction Cynthia had left, Albert Wilson's handsome face darkened, looking as if he could scare someone. What was so urgent that she couldn't even ask for his permission to leave? And why did she run away so quickly, so decisively?