Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 254- Was she pregnant?

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.

Cynthia, seeing that Albert didn’t reject her, boldly leaned in closer and snuggled into his embrace. He gave a cold grunt but immediately pulled her tighter, wrapping his arm around her with force. She relaxed in his arms, secretly smiling to herself, pleased with the closeness they shared despite his gruff exterior.

As the evening drew to a close, bonnie, as always, stood by the door, greeting the guests as they left. Slowly, the crowd thinned, and soon only Cynthia, Albert, Anna, and James remained.

Cynthia, with a cold glance at Anna, who was now tightly clinging to James, walked over to bonnie and affectionately offered, "bonnie, let us take you home?"

bonnie, pretending not to see Anna’s closeness to James, smiled and politely declined, saying Carl would be coming to pick her up.

Before she could finish, a car swiftly pulled up in front of them, and Carl, dressed in sporty attire, stepped out, greeting them with a smile. He noticed James standing nearby and gave him a brief, almost uneasy glance before quickly shaking it off.

Carl wrapped his jacket around bonnie’s bare shoulders and then led her toward the car, giving Cynthia and Albert a casual wave. "We’re leaving now."

bonnie, still smiling, bid farewell to Cynthia and Albert, then tightened the oversized jacket around her as Carl guided her into the car, deliberately ignoring James entirely. The car sped off into the night, leaving Cynthia and Albert behind.

Cynthia, now visibly upset, shot a cold glance at James, who seemed deep in thought. She huffed, walked over to Albert, and kicked him in frustration, angrily muttering, "Unbelievable!"

She had hoped James would have insisted on taking bonnie home after he’d been so attentive during the evening, especially when he’d shielded her from drinking. But now, Carl had come to pick bonnie up, and James hadn’t even seemed to care? She felt utterly disappointed in both of them.

Fuming, Cynthia got into their car, leaving Albert behind, who was left muttering in exasperation, "Cynthia, damn it, why did you kick me? This has nothing to do with me!"

Albert couldn’t believe Cynthia was taking out her anger on him. He was beyond irritated with her behavior and realized he needed to put an end to this situation—before his own frustration boiled over.

James’s mind was racing as the realization hit him—Bonnie’s odd behavior, the way her hands instinctively moved to her abdomen, had triggered a sudden insight. Could it be? Was she pregnant?

His heart pounded with the thought. He had to know the truth. His thoughts spun out of control as he rushed to send Anna home, barely paying attention to her protests. He shoved her into a cab, muttering about needing to deal with something, and then sped off in his own car, heading straight for Bonnie’s apartment.

The idea that she could be carrying his child consumed him. He knew her well enough to be certain—she wasn’t the kind of woman to sleep around. If she was pregnant, it had to be his. Despite the years of distance, the unresolved tension between them, and the many unspoken feelings, he couldn’t shake the thought. Could this be the moment that would change everything?

Driving, his hands shook on the steering wheel, and several times, he nearly lost control of the car. The nerves gnawed at him, and in a desperate attempt to calm down, he pulled over on the side of the road, taking deep breaths. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, letting the night air clear his mind. The stars above were bright and peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions he was battling within.

The nicotine soothed his nerves somewhat, and his thoughts became clearer. Even if she was pregnant, he knew he couldn’t just storm into her apartment and demand answers. That would push her further away. She would never admit to anything without concrete proof, and he knew her well enough to anticipate her resistance.

James wasn’t a man who rushed into things unprepared. He would wait. He would find the truth, but on his terms. He needed to be sure before confronting her. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse, or worse still, push her further out of his reach. The thought of losing her made him feel helpless, and he had already pushed her so many times before. But if there was a chance—if this child was their chance—he had to make it right.

The weight of his own emotions felt heavier now, and as he drove aimlessly, his thoughts drifted to the years they had spent apart, to all the things he wished he had said, to the way he had failed her. But right now, none of that mattered. All he could think of was whether she was carrying his child.

Before he realized it, he had pulled up outside her apartment. His heart raced as he stared at the building. What should he do now? Should he knock, or wait for something more? The uncertainty was suffocating. He leaned back in his seat, wrestling with his own mind, unsure of what the next step should be.

Carl’s thoughts were equally tumultuous as he stood on his balcony, gazing down at the car parked across from Bonnie’s apartment. The faint glow from the interior and the haze of cigarette smoke that wafted up through the window told him everything he needed to know. James was still there, unable to let go.

Carl had always known James’s feelings for Bonnie, even if he tried to hide them. When James had told him about the divorce, Carl had been certain it was a lie—a way to distance himself while still caring deeply. But over time, Carl saw the subtle shifts in Bonnie, the way she seemed torn between past love and the new life she was trying to build. He had tried, in his own way, to comfort her, to be there for her, but he knew—deep down—she was never truly free of James.

He thought back to the first time he realized how deeply Bonnie had been affected by her past with James. Despite all the smiles and bravado, she wasn’t as carefree as she appeared. And now, watching the man he knew she still loved sitting in his car, watching her apartment, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

Carl had never wanted to be in this position—to be the third party caught between two people whose lives were so deeply intertwined. But he had known from the start that Bonnie’s heart was not his to claim. He had tried, perhaps for a moment, to believe it could be. But tonight, as he watched James silently watching over Bonnie, Carl knew it was time to let go. There was no room in her heart for him. The love she had for James, no matter how painful, was stronger than anything he could offer.

The decision to let go was painful, but Carl knew it was the right one. Bonnie needed to find her own peace, free from the guilt and confusion she had carried for so long. And maybe, just maybe, James needed a chance to find his way back to her—if that’s what he truly wanted.

With a heavy heart, Carl stubbed out his cigarette and walked inside, gathering his things. As he prepared to leave, he knew it was the right choice. Bonnie needed space, and he needed to step back—this was the end of one Chapter and the beginning of another. Whether or not that Chapter would involve Bonnie and James again, he couldn’t say. But for now, Carl was ready to leave the past behind.

During breakfast in the morning, Carl apologized to Bonnie, saying,

"Bonnie, I had promised to accompany you for the check-up today, but something came up with my work..."

Bonnie smiled and replied,

"That’s alright, big brother. You go ahead and take care of your work, I can go alone!"

Carl merely gave her a deep look before lowering his head to eat, his eyes full of suppressed love that seemed about to burst out.

After finishing breakfast, Bonnie tidied up a little and prepared to leave. Since the pregnancy test came back positive last time, she hadn’t gone for another check-up. It had already been over two months, and she planned to go this morning for a check-up. The main reason was that she didn’t want to see that man again.

From what she knew of him, after the annual meeting last night, he would likely still be at the TV station this morning. After giving some work instructions, he would fly back to Malaysia. She decided to take advantage of the morning to take leave and go to the hospital, so she wouldn’t have to run into him.

Downstairs, James woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. In the early hours, he had been so exhausted that he dozed off for a while. The call was from his assistant.

"Mr. Boston, Bonnie just called the HR department, saying she wasn’t feeling well and would be taking leave to go for a check-up this morning."

He had called his assistant late last night, asking him to closely monitor everything about her and at the same time send someone to investigate her recent whereabouts. He hadn’t expected such good news to come today. In a great mood, he smiled as he hung up the phone, the exhaustion from staying up all night instantly vanishing.

When he looked up, he saw that her curtains had been drawn open, so he quickly moved the car to a more concealed spot and waited for her.

It wasn’t long before she walked out of the building. In flat shoes and slim-fit pants, wearing a slightly loose knit sweater, she seemed to exude a subtle pregnancy vibe. He drove behind her all the way to the hospital and then followed her to the obstetrics and gynecology department. At that moment, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest with excitement.