Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 229- Shut up

James didn’t stop them. With his hands in his pockets, he stood there, watching them with a smile. Then, shaking his head, he turned and walked toward the study. This tug-of-war ultimately ended in the crushing defeat of their leader, Diago. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In the study, Diago was fuming, his beard bristling in anger. Leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed, James added fuel to the fire with a sarcastic remark:

"Diago, have you had enough of this fuss?"

"Shut up!"

Jared suddenly roared, grabbing a pen holder from his desk and hurling it at James.

"Get lost! Don’t show up in front of me again until you give me a grandson!"

Here we go again! James had a headache but didn’t bother dodging, knowing full well that with Diago’s current strength, the pen holder wouldn’t even reach him. With a sigh, he turned around and walked off, tossing back a reply as he left:

"I’m leaving!"

If he really followed Diago’s demand, then Diago might never see him again. If it weren’t for that woman, he wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. How could he possibly give Diago a grandson?

Behind him came Diago’s exasperated voice:

"Hey, hey! Hold on! Don’t forget to invite Cynthia and that brat back for dinner tonight!"

James couldn’t help but sympathize with Diago’s obsession with saving face. As he walked out, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

Cynthia and Albert had just gotten into a taxi with Olive when Cynthia’s phone rang. It was James. From his tone, it was clear he was resigned to his fate.

"Cynthia, Diago formally invites you all to dinner tonight."

Cynthia glanced at Albert beside her. He simply beamed at her, clearly in high spirits. She rolled her eyes at him before replying to James,

"Alright!"

She didn’t want their trip to Hong Kong to end on a sour note. Diago extending an invitation meant that he was finally letting go of his interference and no longer holding anything against them.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, Albert decided to take her and Olive shopping. Hong Kong was known as a shopping paradise, but did they really need to buy this much? Back at the hotel, Cynthia looked at the mountain of shopping bags—her head throbbing.

Clothes, jewelry, cosmetics, shoes, handbags... He had practically bought out half the stores for her and Olive. Seeing the sky-high price tags made Cynthia feel as though her heart was bleeding.

When they first started shopping, she had bought a few things and then firmly refused to get anything more, even forbidding Olive from asking for anything. But who knew Albert would simply leave the two of them on a bench and storm the stores on his own? Panicked, she quickly followed him inside—if she hadn’t, she was convinced he would have bought out the entire mall.

Sitting on the large hotel bed, Cynthia gritted her teeth and glared at him.

"Albert, I really think Diago should confiscate all your assets!"

"Let him, then," he said nonchalantly, lying back against the bed with his arms behind his head. "I’ll just earn it all back sooner or later."

His relaxed, carefree attitude made her even angrier. She turned around and reached out to pinch him.

But before she could, he swiftly hooked his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace. His dark eyes were as deep as black ink, filled with an intense heat.

"The things you said to Diago today—did you really mean them?"

He still felt like he was dreaming. She was always so reserved and composed—he regretted not having a recorder to capture her words.

Cynthia was now lying against him, her small face nearly pressed to his chest. His breath tickled her ear, making her feel unbearably warm. And now that he had brought up those words again, she felt even more embarrassed.

At that moment, she hadn’t even thought about it—she had just wanted Diago to know how unwavering her love for Albert was. So without hesitation, she had blurted it out. But now, looking back, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. In a small voice, she murmured,

"Of course, I meant it..."

"Cynthia, that’s the most beautiful love confession I’ve ever heard!"

Holding her tightly, he suddenly laughed, childlike in his joy. Then, without warning, he pulled her head down and kissed her lips. After the initial shyness faded, Cynthia responded to him just as earnestly.

Thankfully, their biggest little third wheel, Olive, had been picked up by Diago’s people right after the shopping trip. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to indulge in this passionate embrace, losing themselves in the intoxicating sweetness of their kiss.

The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the hotel window, casting a soft glow on the bed where they lay, deeply entwined in each other’s arms. After all the struggles they had endured, their love had finally found its way home.

They had faced endless misunderstandings, life-and-death separations, and countless obstacles. But now, they knew—nothing could ever tear them apart again. And it wasn’t just them who believed this. Everyone who had witnessed their journey, who had shared in their story, must have thought the same.

Eight years. From using each other in the beginning to falling hopelessly in love. Just like the lyrics of an old song: *Whether it’s fate or just a foolish obsession, none of it matters anymore, as long as you return to my arms.*

And this was enough. As long as he could hold her in his arms again, kiss her like this, quietly and tenderly—this was the best thing in the world.

Dinner at the Boston house was fairly pleasant. Though Jared still wore his usual stern expression, it was obvious he was in a good mood. If only his daughter-in-law had been there too, then the night would have been perfect.

During the meal, James and Albert got along surprisingly well. Two outstanding men, both exceptional in their own ways—neither had likely expected that one day, they’d be sitting together as family, chatting over dinner.

The next morning, James drove them to the airport. Just before boarding, Cynthia couldn’t hold back any longer and finally asked,

"Brother, are you really not planning to go back?"

James turned away slightly, concealing the fleeting sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah. I won’t be going back for now. I’ll send an official appointment notice to HR—after this, the television station is yours to handle."

Hearing how resolute he sounded, Cynthia felt a deep ache in her heart. Albert, however, casually slung an arm around James’ shoulder and protested,

"Just so we’re clear—I’m only letting my wife work for you for another six months. We have more important things to take care of!"

Their little princess was already four years old—wasn’t it about time they thought about giving Olive a younger brother or sister?

Cynthia looked completely bewildered.

"What important things? Why don’t I know about this?"

"You will soon," Albert whispered teasingly into her ear, then picked up Olive, wrapped an arm around Cynthia, and turned toward the gate.

"Goodbye, Uncle!"

Olive’s sweet, clear voice lingered in the air as James stood in the bustling airport terminal, feeling an overwhelming sense of emptiness and solitude settle deep in his heart.