Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 231-the road is narrow for enemies

He took her to the hospital, and the doctor said it was due to the extreme mental stress she had been under recently, combined with not eating or resting properly, which had left her body extremely weak.

They gave her an intravenous drip for nutrition, and while she was still sleeping, he went for a walk. When he returned, standing at the door of the ward, he looked down at the large pile of fruits and nutritional supplements he was holding and couldn’t help but laugh at himself. It was funny how, even though he was a complete stranger, he had acted as if he were her boyfriend.

He turned around, stepped outside, took a cigarette break, and then returned to the ward.

She had woken up by then and was sitting on the bed, anxiously making one phone call after another, all trying to raise money, but it seemed like every attempt ended in failure.

He stood at the door, watching her. Eventually, she seemed a bit defeated, curled up with her legs drawn close to her chest, burying her head in her knees and hugging herself. Her short hair was messy, falling loosely around her head. It seemed she liked using this posture to hide her vulnerability.

He walked in with the things, standing by her bed. She didn’t even notice his arrival. The elderly lady in the bed next to hers smiled and called out to her:

"Young lady, look at how considerate your boyfriend is! He brought all these good things to see you!"

The old lady really had an eye for things. The supplements in his hand weren’t cheap. He had specially gone to the store to buy them, knowing that she really needed to take care of her health.

She finally lifted her head from her knees, gazing at him blankly for a moment. Then her eyes fell on the items in his hands. A faint awkwardness flashed across her pale face.

"He’s not my boyfriend!"

As she spoke, she used the hand that wasn’t attached to the IV drip to pull out her wallet.

"Sir, thank you for bringing me to the hospital. How much did the medical fees cost? I’ll pay you back!"

He looked at her aloof and indifferent expression and suddenly felt angry. It was the first time in his life he had been so considerate to a woman, and yet she didn’t appreciate it? Honestly, this was a blow to his pride.

But who was he? The shrewd and calculating James Boston, the young master! He stepped forward and grabbed the hand she was still using to pull out money, a smile of indulgence on his face as he said to her:

"With your body like this, stop messing around. We’ll talk about everything when we get home."

"What?"

Sure enough, she froze, as if struck by lightning, staring at him in complete surprise. She didn’t even notice that he had already grabbed her hand.

He tightened his grip, her hand cold like a block of ice, so chilling it felt like the cold of the polar regions. The icy sensation seemed to travel from his palm straight into his gut, and he couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly.

The elderly lady beside them covered her mouth and laughed quietly:

"Ah, young lady, look how your boyfriend is putting up with you. Stop throwing a tantrum!"

When the old lady spoke, she seemed to snap back to reality. Anger sparked in her eyes, but perhaps out of embarrassment for Wilson or her own image, she didn’t want to lash out at him again. She forcefully yanked her hand away from him, snorted coldly, and turned her head to ignore him.

Just then, a nurse came in, and her IV was finished. She quickly called the nurse over to remove the pillow, then jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, ignoring the fact that he was still standing right there.

However, her body was still weak, and because she was in a rush, she stumbled after just a few steps, almost falling to the ground. He couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped forward and caught her again. Her face turned bright red.

Despite the awkwardness, she still politely thanked him, her face flushed:

"Thank you!"

Then she tried to pull away from him, but he wasn’t so easily dismissed. His hand tightened around her waist, and without a hint of hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and walked out, taking large strides.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

She was scared and struggled desperately, probably thinking he was some kind of ill-intentioned thug.

However... he wasn’t completely without ill intentions, but he wasn’t a thug either. He was James, the CEO of the Boston Group in Hong Kong, the dream lover of all women in Hong Kong.

Despite her struggles, he continued to hold her and walk out. He could feel her slender body trembling slightly, as though she was trying to control her anger. Judging by the displeasure on her face, he could guess that she had quite a temper.

He carried her all the way outside, only releasing her once they were out. She bit her lip, holding back her anger, and took out a few large bills from her wallet, shoving them into his hand. Through gritted teeth, she said:

"Handsome, thanks for your kindness, but—goodbye."

After saying that, she turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and smiled at her.

"You’re still very weak. Where do you live? Let me take you home."

Immediately, she was filled with suspicion and resistance, even a strong sense of disgust. She started struggling to free herself from his grasp.

"No need, thanks! I can go back on my own!"

After rejecting him for the third time, he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Just then, a taxi arrived. He reached out, flagged it down, grabbed her, and forcefully shoved her inside, following her in with his tall frame.

She panicked and struggled, trying to open the car door to escape.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you? Why are you being so domineering? What do you want to do?"

However, her little strength was no match for him. In just a few moments, he grabbed her flailing hand, his face darkening with displeasure.

"Tell me where you live! Or I’ll take you straight to my place!"

She immediately quieted down, shooting him an angry glare before obediently telling him her address. Then she curled up in her seat, silent, likely thinking he was some unreasonable pervert.

But honestly, he couldn’t blame her for thinking that. Even he thought his actions were absurd and unreasonable. He wanted to calm down and be rational, but it was like she had cast a spell on him—his actions were completely out of his control.

On the way, he received a call from miya asking where he was and why he hadn’t returned. When he heard her whiny voice, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted. He snapped at the phone angrily.

"What’s it to you where I am? From now on, I have nothing to do with you. Don’t call me again!"

After yelling at her, he slammed the phone shut with irritation. The woman sitting next to him seemed startled by the forceful movement, glancing at him with unease. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes were filled with suspicion.

But she only glanced at him once before turning away. He, meanwhile, tugged at his tie in frustration and turned his head to look out the window.