Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 247- What’s wrong?

Cynthia shot Anna a provocative glance, sitting there with the rest of the meeting attendees, waiting for the two main characters. It wasn’t entirely surprising that she acted that way toward Anna. Just as she had seen a glimmer of hope between those two, Anna had come in and ruined it. Could she not be upset?

At this point, Anna had quieted down. Cynthia started thinking about Bonnie’s reaction earlier, and her strange behavior over the past few days—like not drinking, or switching to flat shoes. Given all these signs, and considering her experience, Cynthia concluded that Bonnie was probably... pregnant!

Realizing this, Cynthia nearly jumped out of her seat in excitement. However, thinking about the current setting, she restrained her bubbling enthusiasm, sitting back with a broad grin, unable to stop herself from smiling.

After a moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to share the joy, so she quickly took out her phone and excitedly sent a message to a certain man: Albert, I have huge news for you! Bonnie is pregnant!

To express her excitement, she added several exclamation marks at the end. Not long after, his reply came: Why are you so happy about her pregnancy? I thought it was you who was pregnant!

She nearly spit blood, furiously tapping the screen to respond: Albert, stop dreaming!

His reply came quickly: Since she’s pregnant, your brother surely won’t let her go, so your job here is done. Just come back and have babies for me!

His message was followed by a big, mocking smiley face. It was enough to infuriate her. Even though she knew he was speaking the truth, she still couldn’t help but get angry. She forcefully replied with three words: I won’t!

His response came almost instantly, so fast that she wondered if he was just sitting there, phone in hand, waiting for her to reply so he could keep teasing her: Whether you want to or not, doesn’t it depend on me?

Fuming, she shoved the phone into her pocket and stopped replying to him. Her good mood had completely vanished because of him. The phone vibrated again. She took it out to check and saw it was from him: Wife, have you prepared my confession for tonight’s annual gala? Don’t forget, you promised me!

If she weren’t in a meeting room right now, Cynthia felt she might just lose it and scream. In order to get him to agree to dance with her at the annual gala, she had been ruthlessly squeezed by him. That man was undoubtedly a total opportunist.

Forget about all the physical demands he’d made on her—he even insisted that at the gala, they had to appear hand in hand in front of everyone. That was bad enough, considering he was a sponsor of their TV station, so it was natural for him to attend the event. Everyone knew about their relationship, so holding hands and showing affection wasn’t a big deal.

But the worst part was that he demanded she openly declare her love for him at the gala. The reason? Once she danced, she would inevitably attract the attention of many men, and his position would be threatened. To eliminate any other man’s interest in her, she had to publicly proclaim her love for him.

When she first heard this, she felt like she could just die from the embarrassment. She was a reserved and introverted person; just saying those sweet words to him alone was hard enough. Now, he wanted her to say them in front of everyone? That would literally kill her!

But if she didn’t agree, he wouldn’t let her dance. He even threatened to keep her under house arrest on the day of the gala. In the end, she had no choice but to endure, holding him in place and squeezing out an agreement.

And that insufferable man, laughing without any care, told her: If you can’t think of what to say, I don’t mind writing a script for you to memorize. Of course, that’s only if you don’t mind me writing you pages and pages of it. Just wait for me to write it.

She was so mad she threw a pillow at him: Albert, how can you be so shameless? You think I could write you ten pages of declarations of love? Do you think you’re a god or something?

He smiled as he pounced on her, pinning her down: Wife, I know your love for me, like the endless rivers flowing on and on... Then, her angry curse was silenced by his kiss.

In the restroom, Bonnie leaned over the sink, gagging. In reality, her stomach was empty, leaving only bitter bile.

A cold, indifferent male voice came from behind her.

Bonnie, after just a few days, you’ve turned into this pale and weak mess? I thought you’d be better off without me!

She saw the man in the mirror, his presence startling her. She quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, then lowered her head and started walking toward the door, intending to ignore his sarcastic remarks.

But he grabbed her arm, frowning, his voice low as he asked,

What’s wrong?

James watched as she looked so pale and fragile, his anger rising, but at the same time, a strong wave of concern swept over him. Since the moment she walked into the meeting room, his gaze had never left her.

He had expected her to be the same vibrant, confident, and proud Bonnie he had known. Instead, what he saw was the complete opposite. All the days of holding on collapsed in that instant, and without thinking, he found himself chasing after her.

Bonnie took a deep breath inwardly, trying hard to keep her voice calm.

Thank you for your concern, Mr. Boston. It’s just that my stomach issues flared up again...

She was really glad now that her stomach had always been sensitive. Even a little bit of bad food would make her vomit and have diarrhea. She didn’t want him to know about the baby, because knowing his personality, he definitely wouldn’t let it go easily. She didn’t want him to force a connection between them just because of the child.

Anyway, as Cynthia had said, he wouldn’t be coming back here anymore. After today’s gala, he would probably leave immediately, and then she could relax and focus on her pregnancy.

She also knew that she couldn’t get past Cynthia, so she planned that once her belly grew bigger, she’d just leave—maybe go to Thailand to join Carl or find a quiet little town to give birth on her own and start a new life.

When he heard her stomach problems had returned, he tightened his grip on her arm, his voice softening from the earlier harshness.

Did you eat something fried from a street vendor this morning?

Her stomach was indeed very delicate. Fried foods from street vendors, especially those made with used oil, were definitely a bad idea. She knew better but still didn’t pay attention to her own body. She had lived so many years without realizing what exactly triggered her stomach problems. She was careless like that.

Since they had been together, she would always complain about stomach pains, and after vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, she would eventually feel better. Over time, he realized that every time she ate fried food from outside, it caused this. So, every time she went out, he would remind her over and over again.

After being so cautious, it seemed like her stomach issues had lessened. But now, hearing her say it again, he felt terrible. When he wasn’t around, there was probably no one reminding her like he did, which is why she had ended up like this.

Bonnie heard his question and especially the warmth in his voice, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. Her eyes immediately turned red. She quickly looked down and pulled her arm away.

Everyone’s waiting for us to start the meeting. I’ll go ahead!

James watched her hurriedly leave, a deep sorrow rising in his chest. If he came back and saw her thriving, he would have turned and left without hesitation. But seeing her like this, what should he do?

Should he continue using every possible method to keep her by his side, knowing she would keep pushing him away, calling him a scheming, manipulative fox?

He knew that after all these years, she had never truly accepted the situation in her heart, and he had never let her go. He was aware of her carefree and absent-minded nature, and he felt that no other man could ever take care of her the way he did.

Thinking about all the things she had been through, he couldn’t help but feel an aching sadness. He wasn’t selfish, and he wasn’t being domineering. He just wanted to see her live a little better.