Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 245- wedding anniversary!

She turned her head away, blushing.

"Go out, the bathtub is too cramped..."

Once she said it, she felt it was a bit weak. Their bathtub was incredibly luxurious and spacious, big enough for several people to lie side by side. So calling it "cramped" felt off...

"Too cramped?"

He had originally planned to lie next to her, but upon hearing her words, he immediately smirked and rolled over, pressing himself onto her.

"Isn’t it fine like this?"

He pinned her restless hands above her head on the edge of the bathtub, and his firm chest pressed tightly against her soft, fair skin. The hardness of the man and the softness of the woman came together, mixing with the warm water that made them both shiver.

She almost choked, her body squirming and kicking in protest.

"Get off, I can hardly breathe!"

He gave her a puzzled look.

"Really? Isn’t this the position we always do? I thought you enjoyed it; you never had trouble breathing before. It’s just a change of location, and now you can’t breathe?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer to her. Bonnie, already blushing from what he had said, felt like she wanted to bury herself in the water. Now, with him so close and his eyes filled with unmistakable desire, she truly felt like she was suffocating, so she shut her eyes tightly.

"Ah—"

Just as she closed her eyes, he reached out and gently teased her, making her unable to control a soft, involuntary sound of pleasure.

Embarrassed and angry, she opened her eyes to glare at him. Only then did he release his hold, but before she could even relax, his lips were on hers, trailing kisses down her cheek and ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

"Why didn’t you call my phone?"

She stubbornly retorted, "Why should I call your phone? I’m not calling your creepy phone. It’s not like no one was here to take me back!"

"Am I creepy?"

He didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed, sending a chill through her body. Before she could respond, he murmured with a satisfied tone, "Yeah, maybe a little. Like, I like taking control."

His words made her heart race, and before she could respond, he shifted, lifting her leg as he moved closer, making his intentions clear. She immediately surrendered, her face falling as she whispered, "Wait, wait, I didn’t mean to avoid calling you. I... I didn’t know your phone number..."

He suddenly softened his expression, his hand wandering over her body. She squirmed, trying to protest.

"Eleven digits, that’s so long, how am I supposed to remember them?"

"Can’t remember? Fine! I’ll make sure you do!"

A spark flashed in his eyes, and before she knew it, he was deep inside her. She wasn’t entirely unresponsive, and his allure made it difficult for her to focus.

He pressed in deeper, pulling back just as she thought he was done, then thrusting forward again, every movement accompanied by a number whispered in her ear, forcing her to repeat it after him.

Within moments, he’d gone through all eleven numbers. He kissed her softly and ordered, "Repeat it back to me."

Dazed from the intensity of it all, she struggled to recall the numbers. She remembered the first few, but soon found herself unable to keep up. He smiled gently, then continued, "Let’s try again, sweetheart. If you can’t remember, I might just have to teach you all night long!"

She fumed with frustration, hitting and scolding him, but only seemed to spur him on. After a while, she finally managed to recall the numbers, able to repeat them perfectly.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to push away the awkward memories from her mind. Suddenly, she realized how strange she had become. Despite being divorced, she found herself thinking about his good qualities again and again. Was it true what they said:

You don’t realize how much someone cares for you until they no longer do?

On the other side, James was deeply absorbed in his work, his tired face etched with exhaustion. Since returning to Hong Kong, he had thrown himself into his work, keeping himself so busy that there was no time left to think about her.

His phone suddenly rang, and during a brief pause in his work, he casually glanced at the caller ID. His hand trembled so violently that he nearly dropped the phone. He stopped everything, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Even though he had deleted her number, fearing that he’d give in to his longing and call her, her number was still deeply etched in his memory.

Today was a special day, and she chose to call him on this day. Was she trying to say something? His mind, unable to control itself, flooded with hopeful thoughts. He answered the phone, struggling to steady his voice.

"Hello?"

But what he heard on the other end was her completely impersonal voice.

"This is Boston, sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you’ll be attending the upcoming celebration event?"

His heart sank, and all his hopes instantly shattered. He stood there, frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The sorrow and pain surged inside him like a wave. He wasn’t new to this. They hadn’t been together for just a year or two. He should have known better than to expect anything from her.

They say the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He was getting older, yet he still couldn’t seem to calm down. Why, every time her name appeared on his phone, every time there was news about her, did he lose control like this?

At home, neither Diago nor his mother dared to bring her up. Anyone who mentioned her would be met with his anger. At first, Diago, noticing how long it had been since he returned to the mainland, had asked him if he and she had fought. He had erupted in fury, yelling at Diago, and then made it clear that no one should ever mention her again.

Hearing her indifferent words and recalling the stir of emotions he had just felt, he couldn’t help but think how foolish he was. Yet, even knowing how foolish it was, he still asked a question that seemed even more foolish.

"Do you know what today is?"

On the other end, she fell silent for a moment. Bonnie stood by the window, her face a little bitter as she gripped her phone. How could she not know what today was? It was the day that had changed her life. How could she possibly forget?

In the past, she had always pretended not to remember, because she didn’t want to relive that day. Yet, year after year, he never stopped. He would find new ways to shower her with gifts—luxurious jewelry, villas, cars, and elegant clothing—doing everything he could to give her the best.

But to her, all of it felt like a painful reminder of that day, a reminder of the complicated relationship they were tangled in, a warning not to entertain any thoughts of leaving.

Maybe he meant well, but her deeply guarded heart insisted on seeing everything he did as part of some dark scheme. After all, he had always been so calculating and deep.

Now, she remained silent, not because she didn’t know, but because she simply didn’t want to discuss it. They were divorced. What was the point of talking about their wedding anniversary?

Her silence made him believe she had once again forgotten, and his voice grew harsher.

"Bonnie, you really are heartless, aren’t you? Don’t know? Let me remind you, today is our wedding anniversary!"