Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 244- Damn it. It was way too muChapter

She cursed under her breath and hung up the phone, then crouched there and vomited uncontrollably, as if her entire insides were about to come out. After throwing up until she was dizzy and weak, she started sobbing.

It was already the middle of the night, and she was crying hysterically outside like a madwoman. People upstairs began yelling at her, calling her crazy. Some even threw bottles down in protest. But she didn’t care—not one bit.

Just as she was gasping for breath between sobs, a strong hand suddenly yanked her up. Through her tear-blurred vision, she looked up to see a man staring at her furiously, his expression as if he was about to kill someone.

The alcohol fogging her brain cleared slightly.

He was still dressed in casual loungewear, his hair damp, with water droplets trickling down—he had clearly just taken a shower. His burning gaze was locked onto her, filled with rage.

But... why was it him? She had called the butler—hadn’t she?

Frowning, she swayed unsteadily, trying to remember who exactly she had dialed. But before she could think further, she saw him expressionlessly reaching out to pull off her coat—because she had vomit stains on it.

She knew he was a clean freak.

So, she deliberately resisted, refusing to take it off, and even leaned against him on purpose.

Enraged, he shoved her aside, but she staggered and nearly fell. The next second, he pulled her back into his arms and, with even less patience, forcefully started stripping off her coat.

"What are you doing?! Taking off my clothes?! You bastard! Pervert! Freak!"

She struggled and deliberately shouted as loudly as possible, making sure everyone could hear.

The driver who had followed him turned pale and anxiously tried to calm her down.

"Madam, please keep your voice down—don’t make a scene..."

She could clearly feel how tense he had become from sheer anger. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painfully stiff.

That only made her grin wider, laughing smugly.

He ripped off her coat, took out the phone inside, and casually tossed it into a nearby trash bin. Then, grabbing her forcefully, he stuffed her into the car.

After getting in, he took one glance at her—her bloodshot eyes, messy short hair, and utterly disheveled state.

"You lunatic," he spat coldly.

Then, he ordered the driver to start the car.

"I’m crazy, so what? So what? So what—!"

She struggled up from the back seat, puffing out her chest and tilting her chin up, deliberately provoking him.

He couldn’t be bothered with her antics. He simply ordered the driver to drive faster and turned his head away, refusing to look at her.

His indifferent attitude infuriated her even more—it made her feel like she was just being unreasonable.

Unwilling to back down, she leaned forward and draped an arm over his shoulder.

She didn’t really mean to touch him. She was just too drunk to hold herself up.

Resting her weight against his shoulder, she grinned and slurred,

"Yeah! I’m a lunatic! Annoyed with me now? Ashamed of me? Then why don’t you just divorce me already?"

"Bonnie!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He turned back and shouted her name through gritted teeth.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

For a split second, she really thought he wanted to kill her—his eyes were burning with such intense rage.

A shiver ran through her body, and her arm slipped weakly from his shoulder.

Losing her support, she slumped to the other side, her head resting against the car window.

Mumbling softly, she whispered,

"Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad... at least I wouldn’t have to live like this anymore—"

She could feel the gaze on her growing more and more terrifying, colder and colder. Too exhausted to fight it, she closed her eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.

Later, she was startled awake by the sensation of warmth enveloping her entire body.

Dazed and dizzy, she fluttered her eyes open, only to find herself submerged in a warm bathtub.

He was crouching beside the tub, a towel in hand, gently wiping her body.

She frantically crossed her arms over her chest and shrieked,

"What are you doing?!"

Even though they had shared countless nights together, even though he had wiped her down before—those times, she had always been too exhausted to notice. But now, fully awake and aware, she was so embarrassed she wanted to die.

He scoffed coldly, clearly displeased.

"You’re covered in filth. Do you really expect me to hold you like that while we sleep?"

Flustered, she splashed water at him, trying to make him back off.

"You don’t have to hold me at all! There are plenty of rooms in this house—why do you have to sleep with me?"

But she had overdone it—the water splashed all over him, drenching his clothes and face.

His expression darkened. With a sharp swipe, he wiped the water off his face, then suddenly started unbuttoning his shirt.

As he peeled off his wet clothes, he muttered,

"Bonnie, if I don’t teach you a lesson, you really think you can do whatever you want, huh?"

Seeing his movements, Bonnie snapped back to her senses, fear tightening her chest. She shrank into the farthest corner of the bathtub, eyes wide with alarm.

"What are you doing? Ah—ahhh! I’m sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Sensing his intentions, she immediately switched to pleading, her voice softer, almost pitiful.

But it was too late. He had already stripped off his shirt, stepped forward, and climbed into the bathtub with her.

His toned, sculpted body was now in full view, dangerously close.

Bonnie felt her mind go blank. Blood rushed to her face.

She had never actually taken a good, up-close look at his physique before. After all, most of the time, she was the one being pinned beneath him, too overwhelmed to notice.

But now... seeing him like this, in such vivid detail—

Damn it.

Damn it.It was way too much.