Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 253-Can’t drink now?

He blocked everyone who tried to get her to drink, taking the glasses from them and drinking them himself. Even the ones who offered him a drink, he drank them all. By the end of it, she could tell that he was a little tipsy, so she helped him to a quiet corner to rest.

He raised his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, leaning against the wall while swaying the wine glass in his hand. His dark eyes never left her.

"Bonnie, I remember you used to drink a lot, didn’t you?"

Bonnie knew he was referring to the time when they lived together, and she had been drinking excessively every night. A trace of awkwardness passed over her face, and she instinctively looked away.

"Heh, I can’t drink now."

"Can’t drink now?"

He laughed lightly, a touch of melancholy in his expression, before raising the glass and preparing to drink. She quickly stopped him, worried.

"Don’t drink anymore, you’ve had enough."

In her panic, she grabbed his hand that was holding the glass. The familiar warmth from his hand spread into her slightly cooler palm. The dim lighting and the heavy emotions in his eyes made her feel a little suffocated and uneasy. She quickly let go of his hand.

A hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes as he smirked and downed the rest of the wine in his glass. Then, his gaze burned into hers.

"I remember when Cynthia came back from Australia, and BlackRock threw her a welcome party. You were drinking pretty well then too. Why did you suddenly stop drinking in such a short time?"

She was taken aback, hurriedly lowering her eyes.

"I just decided to quit, so I did. There’s no big reason."

"Is that so? No reason? Are you sure there’s no other reason?"

He noticed the panic in her eyes and pressed her further, his questioning becoming more intense. Bonnie took a step back, feeling as though she was about to crack under the pressure. At that moment, music suddenly filled the air from the stage, and the entire banquet hall fell silent. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Both of them turned to look, and saw a woman in white dancing gracefully on the stage. Bonnie immediately recognized it was Cynthia, but James was left stunned. Not just James, but everyone in the hall, aside from her and Albert, was also in a state of shock.

The beautiful woman danced elegantly, her white gown flowing and her dark hair swirling with every soft movement, creating mesmerizing arcs in the air. She appeared like an angel who had fallen to earth by chance, or perhaps a fairy untouched by the mundane world.

The people in the hall, experienced as they were, had never witnessed such an enchanting and refreshing dance. When Cynthia finished, the room was still, no one quite able to recover from the moment. It wasn’t until someone began clapping that the applause grew louder, eventually thundering through the hall. James couldn’t help but join in, his hands clapping.

No wonder! No wonder Diago couldn’t forget about this woman! Cynthia danced beautifully, and her mother had made dance her lifelong passion. Cynthia might not have been as devoted, but her mother’s love for dance had shaped her soul.

Bonnie, seizing the moment while he was distracted by Cynthia’s performance, turned and quietly distanced herself from him. She had no idea if he had figured anything out, but he was always so good at hiding his emotions. Maybe retreat was the only option.

After Cynthia’s performance, she gave a slight bow and prepared to leave in haste. Below, a certain man’s face darkened significantly—there was no doubt he was furious about her dancing.

Albert sat with crossed arms, his face cold, watching the men in the hall with lustful, greedy eyes. His anger flared. He had known better than to let her appear in public like this. But, back then, he couldn’t resist her pleading and had softened. Now, he had just sent his wife into the midst of a pack of wolves.

His mood soured as he scanned the room, glaring at the men who were clearly taken with Cynthia. His cold, fierce gaze communicated his claim on her, and a few men, intimidated, quickly shifted their eyes away.

Albert seethed internally, thinking about the words she had promised him. If she didn’t say what he wanted to hear tonight, he would make sure she paid for it when they returned.

"Miss Cynthia, please, stay a moment!"

The host, with a playful smile, called out to Cynthia just as she was about to leave the stage. Cynthia silently groaned in her heart but forced a smile and turned around. She had hoped to escape this moment of confession, but now it seemed the host had been bribed by him in advance, just waiting to make her life harder.

Sure enough, the host approached with a wide grin, showering her earlier dance with endless praise. Then, his expression shifted as he continued, "Miss Cynthia, you and Mr. Wilson are said to be the most loving, mysterious, and low-key couple. I hear Mr. Wilson is also here tonight. Is there anything you would like to say to him?"

The crowd below burst into excited cheers, and the reporters quickly trained their cameras on her, eager to capture every expression she made. This was the legendary woman who had been by Albert’s side for eight years!

To the average person, a woman who had kept a BlackRock vice president by her side for eight years without tiring of her and had borne his children must be something extraordinary. But if you saw her in that white gown, ethereal and untouchable, you would feel like she was simply... simple.

Perhaps it was this simplicity—her simple love for him, her simple hate for him—that allowed her to keep him for so long.

Cynthia glanced down at him, where he was smiling triumphantly at her. With no other choice, she took the microphone. To be honest, she wasn’t prepared for this moment. She had thought about it before, but every time she did, it only gave her a headache. So, she decided to give up. After all, he couldn’t really force her to say anything, right? And if worse came to worst, she could always ask Olive to speak up for her.

However, she still lowered her head for a brief moment of contemplation before lightly squeezing the microphone and saying, "I’d like to thank Mr. Wilson for the warmth and support he’s always given me from behind the scenes."

Cynthia’s simple words, though brief, were exactly what she wanted to say at that moment and perhaps what she would always want to express to him. They had been through so much together, and their intense, behind-the-scenes emotions were something that no mere words could ever truly capture.

The host waited for a moment, expecting her to continue, but when she didn’t, he seemed surprised and asked, "Is that all?"

She gently nodded, handed the microphone back, and quietly walked offstage to change her clothes. The host quickly regained his composure and smiled, adding, "Well, Miss Cynthia certainly speaks concisely!"

Meanwhile, Albert, sitting in the audience, was seething with frustration. He had been eagerly awaiting a passionate confession from her, hoping she would speak with the same depth of emotion she had for Diago, but all she gave him was that? His anger was palpable, but as he calmed down and reflected, he realized her words were more meaningful than any overly dramatic declaration could have been.

Everyone had expected her to say something like "I love you so much, I can’t live without you." Instead, she simply said, "Thank you, Mr. Wilson, for always giving me warmth and support from behind the scenes." And though simple, that very sentence encapsulated their bond perfectly. It spoke volumes about the care Albert had for her, and how she depended on him. In the end, real love didn’t require extravagant words; sometimes, a look or a gesture was more than enough.

Cynthia, now in her new dress, stepped back into the room and immediately saw Albert’s expression. It wasn’t a pleasant one, but it wasn’t too frightening either. She stuck her tongue out playfully and, with some hesitation, sat carefully beside him.