Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 233-Save me...

James stood in front of the somewhat old apartment building, squinting as he stared at her place, a self-deprecating smile curling on his lips. He, James Boston, a man of great standing, had never been rejected by a woman in his life. And yet, here he was, being turned down when he was the one showing interest. He had told her that offering himself as an exchange meant he liked her and was very much interested in her. Any other woman would have screamed with excitement, wouldn’t they?

After a while, he saw her hurriedly rushing out of the building, heading straight into a real estate agency in the neighborhood. He shook his head with a smile and turned around, walking away with a carefree air.

He had to admit, he admired her stubbornness and her straightforward nature. However, she had yet to reach the point where she could toss aside her pride and self-respect for a man. After being rejected like that, if he kept chasing her, it would be a loss of face. He thought to himself that perhaps it was just a momentary curiosity, or maybe fate had decided they were not meant to be.

However, he didn’t expect to run into her again that very evening. Since he was flying back to Hong Kong the next day, a friend of his with business connections in the area invited him to a farewell dinner.

He had just gotten out of the car when, from a distance, he saw the woman he despised—Laurence’s mother—smiling and chatting with a balding middle-aged man in front of the hotel they were about to dine at. A bad feeling immediately surged in him. He glanced to the side, and sure enough, he spotted that familiar figure standing there.

Anger suddenly flooded his mind, but it wasn’t about the usual stuff. It was because of her outfit—a black short cocktail dress, her long, slender, fair legs exposed, with a large swath of her back showing. Since she was facing away from him, he had a clear view of her back.

The other men who had gotten out of the car with him also saw her, and they couldn’t help but whistle and comment.

"This girl’s figure is amazing!"

James’s blood boiled with fury as he tried to shake off the anger that clouded his thoughts. His heart raced as he watched the bald man approach her, casually draping his arm over her exposed back and leading her toward the hotel. The sight triggered something in him, a primal instinct he couldn’t suppress, though he had convinced himself that he didn’t care about her. After all, he’d thought, once he returned to Hong Kong, he would forget her. But seeing this scene? It sent him into a frenzy

The guests around him called him into the restaurant, but his face was as dark as a thundercloud. He tugged at his tie, feeling his anger threaten to consume him. The others, clearly confused by his sudden shift in mood, exchanged uncertain glances as they followed him into the restaurant.

He took a moment to collect himself, looking around at the nervous expressions of the people around him. He cleared his throat and forced a smile, trying to ease the tension in the air. He briefly engaged in conversation, but all the while, his mind raced. After a while, he asked someone to discreetly find out which private room she was in. Not long after, he excused himself, claiming he needed to use the restroom.

However, as he approached the door to her private room, he caught sight of her stumbling out, holding her head in an unsteady manner. Without thinking, he rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. It wasn’t until he held her that he realized her face was flushed red, a sign that something was seriously wrong.

His first thought was that she had drunk too much, but then a voice from inside the room caught his attention. It was Laurence’s mother, speaking to someone in a tone that made James’s stomach turn.

"Lucus, she’s already had the drink I spiked. You go upstairs and wait. When she comes back from the bathroom, I’ll make sure she gets to your room. You’ll have a *wonderful* night."

The sounds of sickening laughter and a chair scraping against the floor followed, and James felt his blood run cold.

His gaze snapped to her, and he realized with a sickening jolt that her flush wasn’t from alcohol—she had been drugged.

Fury surged through him as he held her tightly, his mind consumed with the desire to storm into that room and throw that old man and Laurence’s mother out the window, watching them shatter into pieces.

Apparently, her head now had a shred of sanity from hearing what Mother Laurence was saying inside. She hastily reached out and grabbed him, pleading with him helplessly to:

"Save me..."

Lucus’s laughter had already reached the door and was about to spill out. He swiftly pulled her, and they both flashed into the corridor next to the box. Her body, soft and pliable, pressed against him, and he, wearing only a thin shirt, could feel the heat of her delicate form against him.

She was dressed in revealing clothes, and as he pulled her closer, the sight of her chest exposed to him made his pulse quicken. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with desire, like a woman waiting to be cherished.

Unable to control himself, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips—fiercely, eagerly, with a roughness that mirrored his burning need. Their lips and tongues met, his kiss deepening as he sucked her softly, almost maniacally, as if he, too, were under a spell. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her taste was unexpectedly sweet, leaving him unable to stop. Because of the drug in her system, her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck, pulling her heated body closer to his as she responded to him passionately.

At that moment, his thoughts became a blur. He didn’t care about her circumstances tonight—whether she was drugged or drunk. He only knew he had to have her. In that instant, all that mattered was following his desires.

The drug in her body couldn’t resist this kind of provocation. She was confused, almost helpless under his kiss, her small mouth calling out desperately.

"Help me! I’m so hot... I don’t want to be with that old man... oooh—"

He softened his gaze, filled with tenderness, and bent down to whisper in her ear, coaxing her in a low voice:

"Is it true that if I save you, you’ll promise me anything?"

"Yes, I’ll promise you anything... just take me away!"

She desperately clutched at his shirt, pleading with him. Compared to that balding old man, being with him didn’t feel as revolting.

His large hand suddenly gripped her chin tightly. The sudden pain jolted her back into a moment of clarity. She heard his voice, cold and commanding, whispering near her ear.

"Bonnie, repeat what you just said to me."

The pain brought tears to the corners of her eyes, but her mind was unusually clear. Under his intense, burning gaze, she slowly closed her eyes and, trembling, spoke softly.

"As long as you take me away from here, I... I’ll promise you anything..."

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against hers. He tightened his grip on her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Then... you better understand this, Bonnie. I want you... to be my woman."

As his words sank in, a flash of pain and despair crossed her eyes. But in the end, she weakly buried her head in his chest. After all, she thought, she had already sold herself, so it might as well be to him.

Seeing her silent acceptance, he immediately embraced her and turned to enter the private room. Laurence’s mother, noticing her prolonged absence, stood up to look for her. But before she could leave, she saw him storm into the room, a cold expression on his face. Upon seeing his arms around the woman, her face instantly changed to one of surprise.

"Mr. Boston?"

However, when she noticed the woman in his arms, her expression shifted once more.

"What is this...?"

He didn’t bother answering her. Instead, he took out a check from his pocket, signed it swiftly, and threw it toward Laurence’s mother.

"Mrs. Laurence, from today on, Miss Laurence is my woman. I will pay off your family’s debts, and from now on, she no longer owes the Laurence family anything."