Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 232-Pervert!

She lived in an old, somewhat worn-down neighborhood. After getting out of the car, she didn’t even look up. She just said "thank you" and quickly walked toward the complex. He, on the other hand, leisurely followed behind, carrying the pile of things, always keeping a distance of three to five steps from her.

After walking for a while, she turned around and saw him trailing behind her. Frustrated, she raised her hand to ruffle her hair, then quickly walked up to him, let out a long sigh, and said helplessly, 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Sir, what do you want? I have neither wealth nor looks. What are you trying to do by following me?"

He slid one hand into his pocket, teasing her with a smirk,

"Who says you have no looks?"

As he spoke, his heated gaze ran over her body, slowly scanning her from head to toe, finally lingering on her chest, which was modestly concealed by her black suit. Upon closer inspection, her figure seemed quite good.

She instinctively raised her hand to protect herself and blushed slightly. After glaring at him, she angrily spat out two words,

"Pervert!"

Then she turned around and quickly walked away.

At that moment, she looked like an angry little beast, showing all her teeth and claws. Rather than angering him, her behavior brought a strange sense of enjoyment to his mood. He thought she was refreshing, honest, and natural.

For someone like him, used to dealing with ladies wrapped in the layers of falseness and pretension, she was like a breath of fresh air, abruptly entering his peaceful mind and sending ripples through it.

He stood there, not chasing after her but calmly speaking to her back,

"Don’t you need one million?"

Sure enough, her hurried steps suddenly stopped. She turned around, shock written all over her face as she looked at him.

"How do you know?"

He leisurely walked toward her, squinting at the building ahead, then looked at her with some difficulty,

"Well, it’s a long story... How about it? Will you invite me up for a seat?"

She stood there, her face full of wariness as she sized him up, trying to figure out who he was. He smiled, raising the items he was holding,

"I came with gifts, so it’s not like I came empty-handed. You wouldn’t really shut me out, would you?"

She hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t refuse him again. However, she didn’t invite him either. She simply turned and walked into the building alone, while he followed behind with a meaningful smile, carrying the items.

He knew that she wasn’t letting him in because of what he was holding, but because of the one million he mentioned, and because he knew she was in need of money.

Her apartment was on the second floor, a small two-bedroom, one-living-room flat. For someone like him, who grew up in luxurious villas, this tiny flat felt cramped, and he even felt a bit awkward moving around inside.

Although the apartment was modest, it was clean and cozy. Everything was neatly arranged, giving a sense of home. It was clear that its owner was a diligent and kind person.

She poured him a glass of water and sat on the sofa opposite him, waiting for him to speak. He succinctly explained the connection between the Boston family and the Laurence family, and then told her about what he overheard Laurence’s mother saying to her in the mourning hall.

Clearly, she was shocked by the relationship between the Boston family and the Laurence family. After he finished speaking, she sat there, staring at him for a long time. Then, with difficulty, she turned her head and spoke softly,

"Since you’ve gone this far to help, why not just help all the way..."

He couldn’t help but laugh, narrowing his eyes as he watched her, her face slightly downcast with a hint of sorrow,

"Miss Laurence, you’re quite impolite, aren’t you? Do you really think the Boston family’s money just falls from the sky?"

She felt a bit embarrassed by his words and quietly apologized,

"Sorry..."

He glanced at her again, his tone turning serious,

"Besides, do you really think the Laurence family’s debt is just one million? Let me tell you, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Do you think Laurence’s mother will let you off after getting that one million?"

Her face instantly turned pale, her teeth clenched tightly on her lip as she lowered her head and sat there in silence. He leaned forward, getting close enough to her to capture her anxious expression in his gaze. In a low voice, he said,

"However... if there’s a condition to be met, I wouldn’t mind helping the Boston family..."

"What condition?"

She immediately looked up at him with surprise, not realizing how close they were at that moment. Her fragrant breath brushed against his face.

For a moment, he felt his heart stir, and with a teasing gesture, he reached out to gently hold her smooth chin, his burning gaze fixed on her as he spoke,

"Are you willing?"

She froze for a moment, then became irritated and sat back down on the sofa.

"Why don’t you go find Miya? She’s younger and more beautiful than me!"

He could tell that she thought he was joking, mocking her, and trying to make fun of her. He pulled back slightly, glaring at her disapprovingly.

"Do you really think my taste is that bad?"

She glared back at him, unsure whether she should be flattered by his indirect compliment that she was more beautiful than Miya, or frustrated by his proposal of such a vile condition.

She sat there, furrowing her brow in thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up and, without any politeness, gave him the boot,

"I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t think things are that hopeless. I’ll sell this apartment, which should bring in some money. Thank you for your help today, but you can leave now."

She was always an optimistic and cheerful person, and unless it was absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t want to exchange her body for money. She planned to settle the one million, and the rest, she would earn through hard work

In that moment, he sat there, looking at her determined face. The bright sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a soft halo around her figure. He suddenly felt reluctant to say the harsh words that would shatter her innocent dream.

She thought Laurence’s mother would let her go that easily? She had already made up her mind to destroy her, hadn’t she?