Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 217- morning kiss

Cynthia never expected that when Albert said he’d be back the day after tomorrow, he actually meant 2 AM that very night. She was still fast asleep. After work that evening, she had gone to his house to pick up Olive. Fredy invited her to stay for dinner, and she didn’t refuse. After dinner, Olive insisted on sleeping with her, so she had no choice but to bring the little girl home.

In her sleep, she felt something wrapping around her, so tightly that she could hardly breathe. That "thing" was even moving restlessly, groping her chest. Feeling uneasy, she turned over, only to bump into a solid chest. Instantly, her sleepiness vanished, and she let out a sharp scream.

"Shh! Shh! Don’t make a noise!"

A familiar yet exhausted voice came from beside her. She froze in the darkness for a few seconds before realizing it was him. The "thing" that was tightly wrapped around her was his arm, and the restless hand groping her chest was his.

Fury surged through her. She pushed him away with all her strength.

"Albert, how do you have the key to my apartment? Don’t tell me you secretly made a copy again?"

It wouldn’t be the first time he pulled something like this. And this man—wasn’t he just too much? Showing up in her bed in the middle of the night was terrifying enough, but now he was even doing such shameless things to her.

To her surprise, he only held her tighter, even burying his head into the crook of her neck. His voice was weak as he said,

"Enough, stop fussing. Just sleep. Don’t worry, I don’t even have the energy to do anything to you right now."

And he truly didn’t. Even though he wanted to, he had been stuck in meetings for an entire day and night without a proper rest. Then, he had taken a red-eye flight straight back. At this moment, the only thing he wanted was to sleep—of course, while holding her in his arms.

But there was no way Cynthia would let him get away with this. She reached out to pinch his arm while scolding him nonstop,

"Let me go! If you want to sleep, there’s another bedroom next door. Go sleep there!"

However, the only response she got was the sound of his deep, steady breathing. Her hand, which had been pinching his arm, slowly stopped moving. It seemed that he really was exhausted—he had fallen asleep just like that.

Thinking about the inhumane things she had heard about that so-called meeting over the past few days, Cynthia couldn’t bring herself to wake him up forcefully. She had no choice but to let him hold her like that and lie there flat on her back.

He was sleeping deeply beside her, but she, on the other hand, felt so uncomfortable that she couldn’t fall asleep at all. She had always had the habit of sleeping naked, so at this moment, she was lying bare in his arms, being taken full advantage of.

It was bad enough that he wasn’t wearing much either, but what made things even worse was his sleeping position—lying on his side with one arm stretched behind her neck and the other draped over her body. And to make matters worse, his large hand just happened to rest directly on her chest.

Blushing furiously, she gritted her teeth and pried his hand away. But before she could even take a breath, he placed it back again. After several rounds of this back-and-forth struggle, she finally lost her patience and growled,

"Albert!"

No response. Cynthia could only feel the heat from his palm seeping into her sensitive chest, sending waves of warmth straight to her heart, making her whole body burn. Gritting her teeth, she issued a stern warning,

"Albert, go ahead and keep pretending to sleep. But if you don’t move your hand right now, I won’t be polite anymore!"

Still no response. Furious, she threw off the blanket and was about to get up and move to the guest room when his hand finally left her chest—only to slide down to her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. She couldn’t even move an inch now. Left with no choice, she could only lie there, staring at the dark ceiling, exhaling deep, frustrated breaths.

In the darkness, a certain man’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile. Then, he snuggled even closer to her and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Four years. After all this time, he could finally hold her in his arms and sleep. Even if he was exhausted, it was worth it. Even if all he did was embrace her without doing anything else, he still felt utterly content.

Until she had truly let go of the knots in her heart and accepted him, he wouldn’t do anything to her. What he wanted was for her to give herself to him willingly, for them to come together in mutual love and desire.

If in the past, he had once ignored her feelings and forced himself upon her, then he could only ask for her forgiveness—for back then, he hadn’t yet understood love. Back then, he had been arrogant enough to believe that no one in this world was truly indispensable to another.

But now, he finally understood—being together meant cherishing each other, understanding each other, and embracing each other’s flaws.

Cynthia woke up before the alarm even went off. Having been held tightly by him the entire night, she had slept lightly, wishing desperately for morning to come so she could escape this awkward situation.

She glanced at the man beside her, who appeared to be sleeping soundly, and carefully tried to slip out of bed to get dressed. But just as she shifted her body, a long arm suddenly reached out from behind and pulled her back into his embrace. A lazy, sleep-laden voice sounded above her head—

"Morning."

Cynthia immediately started struggling and snapped at him in irritation,

"Mr. Wilson, it’s not early anymore. Time to get up and go to work!"

Now fully rested and re-energized, Albert flipped over with ease, pinning her beneath him on the bed. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and the moment Cynthia opened her eyes, she was met with his face mere inches away—as well as his bare, toned chest.

Flustered, she quickly turned her head away, hurriedly crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do?"

"How about a good morning kiss?"

Albert lowered himself slightly, his mood lifted by her flushed cheeks and frantic attempts to cover herself.

Honestly, he wanted to tell her there was no need to be so shy—he had seen it all before, touched it, kissed it even. The sweetness of it still lingered clearly in his memory. But fearing she might kick him off the bed, he wisely swallowed those words.

Just then, Cynthia keenly felt something hard pressing against her body. Without thinking, she retorted,

"Absolutely not!"

"Hmm... seems like it’s a little too late for that," Albert chuckled in a low voice before lowering his head to capture her lips, which were pursed in frustration. His hands slid around her back, pulling her tightly against him. Completely enveloped in his embrace, Cynthia had no strength to resist—she could only glare at him with wide, indignant eyes.