Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 235-James, I’m sorry!

Afterward, he took her back to Hong Kong. When Diago found out, he only sighed deeply before turning to walk into his study. However, it was clear that Diago had tacitly approved of the situation.

Perhaps Diago didn’t want to follow in his footsteps, living a life bound by a loveless, passionless business marriage. To Diago, not being able to love the way he wanted was his biggest regret. He was grateful to Diago for being so understanding and giving him the freedom to pursue his own happiness.

But because her mental state wasn’t ideal for a wedding at that time, and knowing she wasn’t interested in a grand celebration, he kept it simple. They just registered their marriage and quietly informed a few close relatives and friends to avoid them arranging endless matchmaking attempts.

In the beginning, she rarely spoke to him, let alone interacted. She remained silent, except when he insisted on her calling out his name each night.

However, despite her indifference toward him, she treated Diago and his mother with respect. Since they were living together, even with so many servants around, she made a point to wake up every morning and prepare breakfast, fulfilling her role as both a daughter-in-law and wife.

She even learned how to make various Hong Kong-style dim sum and dishes to cater to their preferences. At first, his mother couldn’t stand her. She thought there was nothing about her that deserved to be with her son. Initially, she even suspected that the woman was only after his wealth, so she made no effort to hide her disapproval.

But over time, his mother began to warm to her, gradually seeing her as a daughter. When she saw her laughing and chatting with Diago, it only made him more frustrated and angry.

One night, after he had been drinking, he roughly threw her onto the big bed, pinning her down. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted,

"If you’re so unwilling to be with me, why are you so kind to my parents?"

That was the first time he had lost control in front of her, but she just looked at him calmly and replied,

"You’ve always been surrounded by your parents’ love and care, never understanding the bitterness of being without a home or parents to care for you. My kindness to them isn’t because of you. It’s because they are deserving of respect, and I treat them as such."

As she spoke, a fleeting sadness crossed her eyes. He remembered the cold stares and mocking that she had endured as Robin’s illegitimate daughter, and suddenly, all his anger dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of tenderness and pain.

He softened immediately, his affection overwhelming as he kissed her with gentle care, caressing her. She closed her eyes, silently accepting it. She never resisted his demands, and he knew she was using this method to indirectly close off her heart from him.

Although she got along well enough with Diago and the others, he could see she wasn’t truly happy. This wasn’t her world—there were so many cultural and lifestyle differences that kept her from feeling truly at home. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

When Robin passed away, he took her back to that city. At that time, the controversy surrounding the acquisition of a TV station was at its peak, so he decided to buy the station and offered her a position. After all, the Boston family was involved in the media industry, and she had a degree in literature—he thought she would do well in the field of journalism.

When he handed her the acquisition plan, he said,

"If you don’t want to come back to Hong Kong with me... you can stay and run this TV station."

He remembered how surprised she was, and for the first time, she thanked him. Then, she stayed behind while he returned to Hong Kong. Whenever he missed her, he would fly back to find her, demanding her company in the quiet of the night.

He had tried to give her space and time to adjust to her new identity and life, hoping she would gradually see the good in him. This arrangement continued for two years.

One day, he suddenly received a call from the housekeeper. He had bought her a large house in that city, with staff, a housekeeper, a driver, and everything she could need. The housekeeper informed him that she hadn’t been home for several days, and no one could reach her by phone.

He immediately grew anxious and called her phone repeatedly, but it went straight to voicemail. He contacted the TV station, and HR confirmed she was on vacation, traveling. When they looked into her whereabouts, they discovered she had gone to Thailand.

Immediately, his thoughts turned to her brother, Carl Laurence. He had never met Carl, but after sending his men to rescue him from the group chasing him, Carl had vanished without a trace.

Carl Laurence was a drug lord, and Thailand was one of the largest sources of drugs, so it was clear to him that she had gone there to find Carl. He was both furious and enraged—how dare she take such a risk and meet with a wanted drug lord?

Without hesitation, he abandoned his work, bought a ticket, and flew to Thailand. When he arrived at Carl’s residence, following the address his men had found, he was surprisingly admitted with ease.

Normally, places like this, especially the hideouts of drug lords, wouldn’t let strangers in so easily. It was obvious that Carl had known about his identity and was fully aware that he would come.

He walked into the luxurious garden and saw her sitting on a stone bench, laughing with Carl Laurence. He was worn out, anxious, his heart heavy with worry, but when he saw her dazzling smile and heard her clear laughter, it felt like his heart had shattered, the bleeding endless, and nothing could stop it.

When she turned around and saw him standing there, her smile instantly faltered, stiffening in surprise.

"I heard my brother-in-law was coming to find you, so I had him let you in," Carl Laurence said, standing up with a smile, but his eyes were filled with hostility.

From the look in Carl’s eyes, a man’s instinct told him that Carl’s feelings for her were far from simple. A man’s gaze at his sister should not carry such heat, such longing, and even an unspoken love.

In that moment, he understood that Carl had called him "brother-in-law" not out of genuine respect but with deliberate emphasis on those words to hurt her. Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and she stood up, stammering,

"Y-You... What are you doing here?"

In the previous moment, she had been so at ease with Carl, but now, facing him, she was stiff and awkward. The stark contrast made him lose his composure. He took a step closer, studying her uneasy expression, a self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips.

"How did I get here? Hah, Bonnie, that’s quite the question to ask..."

Though his tone remained calm, it was a sign of impending fury. She seemed to sense it, her expression growing more anxious and tense. Suddenly, he shouted, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Damn it, I’d really like to know why, the moment I heard you were missing, I dropped everything and ran all the way here. Bonnie, I want to ask you—after two years, what the hell do I mean to you?"

Her body flinched from his yell, taking a step back. Carl Laurence, with a mocking grin on his face, stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes full of challenge. James felt like a soldier on the battlefield, his fury blinding him as he continued to scream, the composure and elegance he usually maintained completely gone.

His gaze never left her, fixated on the hand Carl had placed on her. He snarled, his words laced with frustration:

"If we were just friends, you should’ve at least called after disappearing for so long. Or have I always just been a stranger to you?"

At the peak of his rage, he threw his phone onto the ground, smashing it before storming out. He could hear her voice, panicked and desperate, calling after him.

"James—"

But he ignored her, his breath heavy and angry as he walked away. He was beyond furious—furious that she’d gone behind his back to find Carl, furious at the closeness between her and Carl, furious that he had lost all control and grace in front of her.

"Brother, let go of me, I need to find him—"

Her voice came from behind him, laced with the sound of her struggle. Then, he heard her hurried footsteps chasing after him.

By the time he reached the door, she was right behind him, panting, reaching out to him with uncertainty in her eyes.

"James, I’m sorry!"