Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 225- so devoted to you

The next morning, the alarm clock rang, but the woman was still deeply asleep, exhausted. The man’s large hand mischievously slipped under the covers and playfully slapped her small, perky bottom, taking advantage of the moment. However, his voice was soft as he called out,

"Cynthia, it’s time to wake up!"

If it were any other day, after pampering her, he would have turned off the alarm and silenced his phone, letting her sleep in until noon. But today... he glanced at the calendar on the bedside table, noting the day she had marked with a red pen. He leaned closer and used every trick he could think of to get her out of bed.

Today was the day Vincent was being released from prison.

His hot hand lingered on her bottom, teasing her, and she squirmed uncomfortably, reaching to push him away. Her firm buttocks brushed against his body, which was pressed tightly against her, causing a certain part of him to stiffen. Without thinking, he turned her body, flipped over, and covered her.

His fiery lips parted her mouth, forcing her into a kiss as their tongues tangled. With his heavy weight pressing down on her and her mouth blocked, she began to struggle to breathe. She suddenly woke from the dream, and seeing him on top of her, all drowsiness immediately vanished.

"Albert, what are you doing now?"

"I’m not doing anything, just waking you up!"

He propped himself up slightly, careful not to crush her. Cynthia, frustrated, pushed him away.

"Is this really how you wake someone up?"

"Well, since I couldn’t wake you up any other way..."

He pulled her closer, his long legs draped over her, holding her tightly, and continuously moved in closer, grinding against her. His arousal pressed against her thigh, and Cynthia, her face flushed, scolded him.

"Hmph! I think you don’t have any other way at all!"

"Alright, alright, I surrender, I can’t argue with your sharp tongue..."

Albert pleaded for mercy and stole a kiss from her chest, causing her to hit him in frustration. But the force of her blows against his solid chest only made him feel more restless. He quickly let go of her.

"Instead of messing around with me, you’d better get up and do something productive!"

As soon as Albert reminded her, Cynthia suddenly remembered what she had to do today, but she frowned, looking at him in confusion.

"How do you know?" she asked.

Albert lay on his side, propping himself up with one hand while holding her. He sighed.

"Actually, I’ve been paying just as much attention to him as you have."

Her slender body curled up quietly in his embrace, their skin touching, filling his heart with warmth. He pulled her closer, as if holding a precious treasure.

"After all, it was because of me that he was framed by Lucca and sent to prison. So, I’ve been keeping an eye on him all these years..."

Especially Vincent’s situation in prison, Albert had secretly made arrangements to ensure he wouldn’t be treated harshly. After all, the Danny family had already fallen from grace, and the people in prison were so power-hungry, it was impossible to tell whether they would intentionally torment him.

Hearing that Vincent had been framed by Lucca, Cynthia immediately reached out, grabbing his arm anxiously.

"If Vince was framed back then, why didn’t he hire a lawyer to clear his name?"

After she parted ways with Vincent at the hotel, she had been caught up in the explosion. It was only after she arrived in Australia that she learned Vincent had been imprisoned. She had also seen the viral video online. She didn’t know what she felt at the time, but she just sat in front of the computer, crying over and over. He had given that money to William S Lancaster to get back her bracelet...

Although she knew as a public servant, he couldn’t possibly have that much money, she still didn’t believe that his money came from improper sources. Yet, he didn’t defend himself, not even disputing the other false charges against him. He just ended up in prison.

"Do you really want to know?"

Albert lowered his eyes, looking at her anxious face, and asked calmly.

His expression shifted from the ease and relaxation of just moments before to one of deep seriousness. Cynthia, unsettled by this change, felt a flutter of anxiety in her chest but still nodded resolutely.

Albert looked at her, speaking each word slowly and deliberately.

"Because... your death in that fire drove him to despair..."

To speak of another man’s deep feelings for the woman he loved was an extremely painful ordeal for him, but she had the right to know the truth.

"What?"

Cynthia’s tears suddenly flowed, and she never expected that Vincent had chosen not to defend himself because of her death.

How could this be? Why would Vince do something so foolish? She felt a mix of emotions—pain for Vincent, and guilt for herself. Thinking of how Vincent had cared for her, and remembering his kindness, made her feel she owed him so much in this life.

She curled up in his arms, crying softly. Albert reached for a tissue to wipe away her tears. Strangely, in this moment, as he watched her cry for another man, he felt no jealousy. After everything they had been through, she still chose to be by his side. He was certain her heart was his.

Her tears were perhaps just a manifestation of her guilt toward that man. Thinking about Vincent, and about Quinn, he suddenly realized how fortunate he was to have completely won this woman’s heart, to have her, and to walk through life with her.

Seeing that she was still crying, he sighed deeply.

"Ugh, I really don’t get it. You’re so stubborn and difficult, neither gentle nor lovable—how do you have so many men who are so devoted to you?"

At his words, Cynthia stopped crying, her red eyes glaring at him. Her delicate face still bore traces of tears. Was he praising her? Or was he scolding her?

As Cynthia glared at him with her tear-filled, big eyes, Albert instantly lost all composure. He leaned down and kissed her lips, trying to comfort her.

"Hey, hey, stop crying. Didn’t I also devote myself to you?"

The truth is, what exactly is love? Humanity has spent thousands of years trying to figure it out, but in the end, it’s simply about being together and enjoying each other’s company.

Being with her made him happy. Even when she often made him so mad that he would puff up his cheeks and glare, he was still happy. That feeling couldn’t be described in words.

His words, "Didn’t I also devote myself to you?" eased some of the frustration in Cynthia’s heart, and she nestled even closer into his arms. Albert let out a groan and struggled to push her away.

"Come on, get up and get dressed! I’ll take you to eat something, or we’ll be late!"

Goodness, this woman must be doing it on purpose—barely dressed and rubbing against him like that, trying to ignite his desires, right? In fact, she wasn’t being provocative at all—she simply felt touched and wanted someone to lean on. That’s all.

Hearing that, Cynthia quickly got up to put on her clothes, and he did the same. Just as he slipped on his bathrobe, the doorbell suddenly rang. He furrowed his brow and stepped toward the door to open it. Since she had left four years ago, very few people had come here, except for him and Jim.

"Albert, who’s that?"

Cynthia saw him open the door and stand there for a while without moving. She couldn’t help but walk over and peek out, but when she saw who was standing outside, she froze in place.

At that moment, she was wearing Albert’s oversized shirt, barefoot, with the hem of the shirt exposing her long, fair legs. Since she didn’t have any sleepwear, she had simply thrown on his shirt and came out.