Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 218- talk to me

He kissed her lips tenderly, gently sucking and savoring them, again and again. As he kissed her, his deep, inky eyes locked onto hers, never once looking away, capturing every bit of her shyness in his gaze.

Cynthia opened her mouth to scold him, only for him to take advantage of the moment, slipping inside and playfully nipping at her tongue. She nearly let out a soft moan, but before she could, he murmured her name in a low, husky voice.

"Cynthia..."

He was losing control. Though he had told himself he would wait until she had fully let go of her emotional barriers, the way she looked right now—so tempting, so irresistible—was driving him to the brink.

His breath grew heavier, and his lingering kisses trailed from her ear down to the back of her neck. When he felt her body trembling in response, his self-restraint wavered even more. Just as things were spiraling out of control—

Click.

The door suddenly swung open, and a crisp, innocent voice rang out.

"Mama, what are you doing?"

The two people in bed instantly froze, their bodies going rigid. Wide-eyed, they stared at each other in panic before quickly glancing down at their current situation. Both of them were completely naked—though they were covered by a blanket, it barely reached Albert’s waist.

Cynthia let out a silent scream, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Albert immediately rolled off her, yanking the blanket higher to cover them both. When he turned his head, he saw his little princess standing in the doorway, rubbing her sleepy eyes, dressed in pink pajamas and clutching a panda plushie in her arms. She gazed at them with pure confusion.

When she noticed Albert looking at her, a delighted expression flashed across her face. Wiggling her little hips, she ran straight toward him.

"Daddy! You’re back from your business trip!"

The two tense adults finally breathed a sigh of relief. Albert opened his arms to welcome his little princess.

"That’s right! Daddy missed Olive, so I came back early!"

*Ahem.*

Well, actually... he missed Olive’s mother more.

Meanwhile, Cynthia’s hands trembled as she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and started putting them on.

Olive giggled as she threw herself into Albert’s embrace, planting kisses on his cheek.

"Daddy, I missed you too!"

Albert’s heart melted instantly. Just as he was about to kiss her back, his little princess innocently dropped a bombshell.

"But why weren’t you guys wearing any clothes just now?" "..."

Silence.

Neither of them knew how to respond. Cynthia froze mid-motion, her sleepwear halfway on, utterly mortified.

Albert turned his head—only to be greeted by the sight of her bare, delicate back... and her full, ample curves.

Heat surged through his lower abdomen.

"*Ahem.*

Well... don’t people usually sleep without clothes?" ---

He cleared his throat twice, withdrew his gaze, and perfunctorily responded to the little princess. Cynthia, her face flushed, hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed out to make breakfast, leaving the little girl full of endless questions for the man to deal with.

Since she still had to rush to work, time should have been sufficient, but she had been delayed in bed by that man for quite a while. Now, she was running late, so she decided to quickly fry an egg, toast some bread, and heat a cup of milk—that would have to do.

Albert stayed in the bedroom playing with Olive for a bit before finally getting dressed and getting up. Olive, on the other hand, ran to her little bedroom to find clothes to wear. Such a tiny girl, yet she insisted on deciding what to wear every day. It seemed that a love for beauty was truly a woman’s nature.

When he stepped out of the bedroom feeling refreshed, he immediately saw her bustling around the kitchen in a hurry. Her long hair was loosely tied up at the back of her head, with a few strands falling over her forehead. There was still a trace of morning laziness on her face, making it hard to resist the urge to walk up, pull her into his arms, and kiss her deeply.

He leaned against the kitchen door, lost in thought as he watched her. Waking up in the morning with the woman he loved in his arms, with a lovely child running around—this happiness, which had appeared in his dreams countless times, was now so vividly real before his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a bit of wetness at the corner of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Cynthia was busy frying the egg, and just as she turned around with the plate in her hand, she was startled to see him standing at the door with a complicated expression. She almost dropped the plate in shock. But there was no time to bicker with him now, so she simply brushed past him and walked out, throwing an impatient complaint over her shoulder:

"Mr. Wilson, can’t you move out of the way? I’m running late, and you still have the nerve to just stand there watching!"

"What else can I do? I don’t know how to cook, so I wouldn’t be of any help anyway."

Albert took the opportunity to pull her into his arms when she came back in and stole a quick kiss on her cheek, then casually added, "So I might as well just enjoy the view."

Cynthia was so furious she almost smacked his handsome face with the spatula.

"With how useless you are, you still expect Olive to live with you? What if Fredy and the others go on strike one day? Are you planning to let your daughter starve to death?"

He grinned cheekily and retorted,

"They would never go on strike. I pay them so well—how could they bear to quit? Besides, even if they did, wouldn’t I still have you?"

Cynthia couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. Talking to him only led to frustration from his arrogance and shamelessness, and she had no intention of suffering through that. As she skillfully toasted the bread, she spoke in a cold tone without even glancing at him:

"Mr. Wilson, do me a favor and get out of the kitchen within the next two seconds, or there won’t be any breakfast for you."

Sure enough, as soon as she issued the threat, the tall figure standing at the door obediently backed out. Albert shot her a dissatisfied glare before turning around to find his little princess instead.

Once breakfast was ready, and while those two were eating, Cynthia hurried to wash her face and brush her teeth before dashing to the bedroom to change. God, she was going to be late! This was driving her crazy. She had only just started this job—there was no way she could show up late already.

On someone’s orders, Olive raised her little voice and shouted,

"Mommy, why aren’t you coming to eat?"

"Mommy is running late for work, so I’m skipping breakfast. You guys eat without me!"

She answered while frantically searching for her clothes. But then Olive’s voice rang out again:

"But didn’t you say skipping breakfast would make your tummy hurt?"

Cynthia was on the verge of losing it. This little girl had such a sharp tongue—who had she learned it from? She was constantly being countered into speechlessness, just like now.

She couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. Grabbing a shirt, she hurriedly pulled it over her head. But just as she was fumbling to button it up, the door suddenly clicked open, and that man swaggered right in.

She instantly snapped, her hands clumsily fastening the buttons as she yelled at him,

"Albert, what the hell are you doing?! Don’t you know how to knock before entering someone else’s room?"

"Why didn’t you eat breakfast?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He completely ignored her anger, stepping closer and frowning at her.

She was already flustered, and now, with his shameless intrusion, she was completely on edge. Since she hadn’t finished buttoning up, she could only turn her back to him in frustration, shouting,

"I said I’m going to be late! Didn’t you hear me?"

Damn it, if it weren’t for him delaying her earlier, would she be in such a rush now?

His voice came low from behind her.

"Can’t you take the day off? Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to me?"