Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 241- Stop lying to yourself!

Cynthia was so moved that she almost screamed. To still depend on him and believe in him even when she was in a desperate situation—being willing to die with him, if necessary—if that’s not love, then what is it?

She restrained her excitement and carefully asked her,

"Have you ever thought about trying to hold onto him?"

Bonnie shook her head.

"No, Cynthia, it’s fine like this. He should find a better woman."

Hold onto him? She didn’t think she was wrong. Why should she try to hold on? He made her choose in such a situation—could she just abandon Carl?

He said he was tired of her and wanted a divorce, then expected her to shamelessly try to keep him? She had her pride and self-respect too!

But she still didn’t understand men. She didn’t understand that sometimes men valued face more than life itself, especially when their rival, who loved Lancaster just as she did, was involved.

If only, when he made her choose, she had obediently gone with him, perhaps there wouldn’t have been all these complications. He would have let Carl go as well, since he had already saved him once—he wouldn’t have cared about saving him again.

But she didn’t...

"Bonnie—"

Cynthia was about to say something, but Bonnie pushed the food in front of her aside, fighting back the nauseous feeling in her stomach.

"Cynthia, is this conversation really just about him?"

Cynthia noticed that Bonnie’s expression looked off and assumed it was because she had been bringing up James too much, so she didn’t ask further. Perhaps some things were clearer to outsiders than to the people directly involved. What she didn’t know was that the more Bonnie avoided the topic, the more she cared.

After dinner with Cynthia, Bonnie drove home alone. After signing the divorce papers, she moved out of his place and now lived in the small apartment her mother had left her.

On the way, her nausea grew worse. Several times, she almost had to pull over to the side of the road to vomit. She’d been feeling like this for a while, but because her stomach was always weak, she thought it was just a stomach issue and hadn’t paid much attention. It wasn’t until today, after going to the hospital, that she learned it was pregnancy-related.

After parking the car, she hurried into the building. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of the darkness. She jumped in surprise and widened her eyes, staring at the person in front of her.

"Carl? What are you doing here? Didn’t you go back to Thailand?"

He was now a wanted drug dealer, staying in the country was extremely dangerous. After his injury had started to heal, she had urged him to leave, and he had agreed. So why was he suddenly here?

Carl was leaning against the wall, smoking. His gloomy face held a hint of reluctance.

"No, I’m leaving tomorrow. I just came to see you before I go..."

She anxiously replied,

"I’m fine, Carl. Don’t worry about me, just go quickly!"

Carl extinguished his cigarette, raised his eyes, and looked at her deeply.

"Bonnie, come with me. Go to Thailand with me, let me take good care of you."

Bonnie didn’t expect him to say that, and she froze in place. Carl stepped forward, tenderly brushing her cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with affection.

"You look terrible. You’re so thin, you have no flesh left..."

Bonnie snapped back to reality when his cold fingertips touched her skin. She quickly stepped back and shook her head.

"Carl, I’m sorry, I don’t want to go to Thailand. You should leave alone. It’s too dangerous here!"

A deep hurt flashed across Carl’s face. His gaze turned darker, and then, with an explosion of anger, he yelled,

"You’ve already divorced him, what are you still staying here for? Are you waiting for him to change his mind?"

Bonnie, feeling a surge of anger, turned her face away in displeasure.

"Carl, what nonsense are you talking about? My staying here has nothing to do with him. I just like my current job, my current life..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the nausea in her stomach hit her all at once. She quickly turned away, bent over, and vomited violently, emptying out everything she had eaten that evening.

Carl stood behind her, his face filled with shock as he watched her in this condition. He then stepped forward and roughly grabbed her, shouting furiously,

"Are you pregnant? Are you carrying that man’s child? Tell me! Tell me!"

Bonnie was too nauseous to push him away, and she had no strength to do so. She just silently allowed him to shake her, quietly acknowledging everything.

"Ah—"

Carl let go of her, and with a pained shout, he exploded,

"Are you keeping the baby? Have you fallen for him? Otherwise, why would you keep this child?"

Bonnie calmly faced Carl’s interrogation.

"Whether I keep the child or not has nothing to do with whether I love him. I just don’t want to terminate an innocent life."

After saying this, she was surprised at herself. She had unknowingly already made the decision to keep the baby.

Carl, however, grew even angrier, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Stop lying to yourself! Given your personality, if you didn’t love him, you would’ve gotten rid of the baby the first chance you got!"

Bonnie closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

"Carl, I don’t want to argue with you about this anymore. It’s late. You should go back now, and I’m tired. I need to rest."

She finished speaking and turned without looking back, heading towards the building. Behind her, Carl stood in pained silence, his thick brows furrowed tightly, his jaw clenched. It was clear he was struggling internally.

After a long pause, he finally sprinted to catch up with her, his voice filled with anguish as he called out,

"Bonnie!"

The name, "Bonnie," froze all his surging love, locking their relationship once again into the realm of siblings. What no one knew was that he had come today to confess his feelings to her, but what he encountered was this cruel truth instead.

He had stayed all this time, risking his life to remain here, giving himself courage again and again to confess to her, to tell her that he had loved her all these years!