Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 250- I’m starving!

After she finished speaking, she held her breath and listened nervously for his reaction. However, she only heard the sound of something falling with a "thud" on the other end, followed by rustling sounds. Then his voice came through, clear and firm:

"Okay!"

"See you at noon then!"

She hurriedly finished saying that and hung up the phone with a snap. Cynthia, standing at the door, gave her an "OK" gesture and left happily, while she was left alone, feeling helpless as she slumped in her chair, overwhelmed with confusion.

In the editor’s office, James put down the phone in his hand, lit a cigarette, and walked to the window. When he heard her mention inviting him to lunch, he was so shocked that he dropped the phone.

Surrounded by swirling smoke, he turned around, giving a deep glance at the phone on the desk before turning back to continue smoking. He admitted it—his heart was in turmoil again, tangled in confusion, caught between love and indifference, hesitating and unsure.

When noon came around, Bonnie dawdled in the office, reluctant to leave. The thought of facing him made her anxious. After much hesitation, she grabbed her coat and headed out.

As soon as she opened the door, though, she found him standing there. One arm was holding a suit jacket, and he was frowning, lifting his hand as if to knock on the door. She jumped back in surprise and quickly took a step back. He dropped his hand into his pants pocket and said in a detached voice:

"Bonnie, aren’t you being a little too unenthusiastic about this invitation? It’s already this late..."

"Sorry..." she said awkwardly, glancing at her watch. Uh, it really was getting late, and if they didn’t eat now, it would already be time to get back to work in the afternoon.

But... but how could she just walk out with him in front of everyone like this? When they were still married, they had never walked together in public like this. How was it that after the divorce, they could now do so openly?

She stood there, hesitant. He walked a few steps, then turned around to look at her.

"Are you coming or not?"

"Uh... I’m coming..."

Although she said it was hard to leave, her legs didn’t move. Just when she didn’t know what to do, Cynthia happened to step out of the elevator. She quickly ran over and grabbed her.

"Cynthia, let’s go have lunch together!"

"Sure, I haven’t eaten either!"

Cynthia laughed and agreed. She had originally planned to join them anyway. If she hadn’t, the two of them would probably have eaten their meal in complete silence and left without a word.

James glanced at Cynthia, who mischievously winked at him. He didn’t say anything but stepped ahead, indirectly acknowledging her gesture. He probably agreed that it would be awkward if it were just the two of them.

James walked ahead, while Bonnie and Cynthia walked arm-in-arm behind, chatting and laughing. Actually, it was mostly Cynthia talking, and Bonnie only occasionally laughed along. She really wasn’t in the mood and kept her eyes fixed on the man walking ahead of them.

He was wearing a black and gray striped shirt and gray suit pants, his perfect figure on full display. Everywhere they went, all the female employees in the lobby rushed over to greet him, hoping to get his attention, even if it was just a quick glance.

But he was so easygoing, especially with his employees, particularly the women. He smiled brightly like a flower as he exchanged pleasantries, which made the women around them even more excited, squealing with delight.

Cynthia, looking down and smiling to herself, noticed how tightly Bonnie was gripping her arm. It was obvious—Bonnie was probably irritated by the way he was engaging with the women. Cynthia couldn’t help but think, Could it be... that she’s jealous?

Bonnie glared at the man ahead, chatting warmly with the group of women. This man really never changes, always surrounded by women wherever he goes.

They chose a restaurant not far from the TV station. The atmosphere was elegant, and since it was past the peak lunchtime hour, it was unusually quiet.

Since it was Bonnie’s treat, she let him and Cynthia order. He didn’t hesitate and took the menu, ordering a bunch of dishes. Bonnie soon realized that everything he ordered was something she used to love. A flare of anger shot up inside her. What exactly is he trying to do?

Once they had finished ordering, she calmly took the menu and ordered one of her least favorite dishes. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied when she saw the brief flash of surprise on his face, which quickly turned into annoyance.

It wasn’t that she was deliberately opposing him. After her pregnancy, her tastes had changed. Dishes she used to dislike now tasted surprisingly good, while some of her favorites didn’t appeal to her anymore. Carl, when cooking, now had to ask her in advance what she wanted or didn’t want to eat.

Her small act only made the already awkward atmosphere more uncomfortable. Cynthia, not knowing what to say, eventually excused herself to the restroom.

As soon as Cynthia left, Bonnie suddenly felt uncomfortable, especially with the man’s gaze constantly lingering on her. She decided to take out her phone and play with it to avoid acknowledging his inexplicable stare.

James, noticing her indifferent behavior, grew a bit irritated. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. When the lighter clicked, he saw her abruptly raise her head and glance at him with a look of reproach. He felt somewhat innocent. Why does it seem like everything I do is wrong? Was it that once someone starts to dislike a person, everything they do becomes a mistake?

It was the same now, with her. They had been together for so many years, and he had always smoked. She never said anything about it. Why was it now, when he lit a cigarette, that she was glaring at him with such anger? He gave a self-deprecating smile, leaned back, and turned his head away to continue smoking.

The thick smoke filled the air, and Bonnie was furious but couldn’t just tell him to put out the cigarette. She could only console herself that, since she usually stayed in a smoke-free environment, this one-time exposure to smoke wouldn’t be too bad.

James had only taken a few puffs when Cynthia returned from the bathroom. Seeing him puffing away, she quickly rushed over, grabbed the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in the ashtray, complaining:

"Hey! Bro, how can you smoke like this?"

James raised his hands in a shrug, looking innocent, with a helpless expression on his handsome face.

"Why can’t I smoke?" he said.

It was a strange day—now even his own sister seemed to be annoyed with him.

"Ugh—" Cynthia sighed heavily and glanced at Bonnie, who was nervously signaling her to be quiet. She sat down at her seat, saying nothing, and James immediately narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the two of them.

Bonnie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze. Just then, the food they had ordered arrived. She quickly grabbed her chopsticks and said to Cynthia:

"Cynthia, let’s eat quickly. I’m starving!"

Cynthia picked up her chopsticks and laughed.

"Bonnie, aren’t you the one treating my brother to lunch? At least be a little more hospitable!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bonnie kicked her sharply under the table. At the same time, she shot an annoyed look at her, clearly telling her to stop making trouble. Cynthia pretended not to notice and continued as if nothing had happened.

Bonnie uneasily glanced at the man across from her, who had remained silent the entire time. Feeling awkward, she reluctantly spoke up:

"Mr. Boston, please—"