Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 257- no stress

James’ assistant conveyed his message to Bonnie, and Bonnie, furious, hung up the phone immediately. She fumed inwardly, thinking, **"Eat it or not, I don’t care! If he starves, he deserves it! And now he even expects me to bring it up to him? Saying he won’t eat unless I deliver it? How childish!"**

She had already made up her mind never to see him again. But who would have thought that his sneaky little assistant would send the food directly to her office via delivery? She was beyond angry. **"Truly, birds of a feather flock together. Spending too much time with him, that assistant has also become just as cunning."**

Frustrated, she called his assistant and told him to come down and pick up the food. But the assistant wailed and pleaded non-stop, saying he had an elderly mother to support and a beautiful girlfriend who relied on him—he couldn’t afford to lose his job.

His dramatic cries gave her a headache, so she had no choice but to grab the food and storm upstairs. When she arrived, the assistant was already standing by the office door, grinning from ear to ear, holding the door open for her. She shot him a fierce glare before walking in.

James wasn’t in the office; he seemed to be in the lounge. She cursed him in her heart—"Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping? Why does he still need to eat?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She quickly reminded herself that she was pregnant now. She couldn’t afford to get angry—no stress, no stress!

He was lying on his side in the lounge, his back facing her, a blanket draped over his body, exposing a large portion of his tanned skin. **Damn it! He wasn’t even wearing a shirt!** She shot him a glare before setting the food down on the table beside him and snapping impatiently,

"Are you going to eat or not?"

He wasn’t actually asleep—he was just pretending. What was the point? Didn’t he insist that she bring the food up? There was no way he had really gone to sleep. He was probably just waiting for her to show up so he could torment her.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw him lift the blanket and sit up, revealing his toned upper body. She hadn’t expected him to get up so suddenly without a word, and her face instantly turned red.

"You—you—you! If you’re going to get up, can’t you at least give me a warning?!"

"Aren’t you the one who told me to get up and eat?"

He looked at her innocently as he got up and walked toward her, his upper body completely bare, only wearing a pair of loose pajama pants.

She had no intention of dealing with him any longer. After putting the food down, she was ready to leave. She couldn’t stand to be around him for another second—his shamelessness would be the death of her. Not that she cared, but she couldn’t let her baby be affected by her anger.

But before she could step away, he quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Bonnie—"

She yanked her hand away with a cold expression and protested unhappily,

"Can you stop calling me that?"

But instead of answering, he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest, seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse and onto her skin. His voice was filled with pain as he whispered in her ear,

"Bonnie..."

"Bonnie, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have acted so impulsively and said such hurtful things to you. I shouldn’t have brought up divorce..."

It would’ve been better if he hadn’t mentioned it at all. The moment he did, her anger flared up again. She slapped away the large hand resting on her waist and glared at him.

"Mr. Boston, so many days have passed since you brought up the divorce, yet you didn’t apologize earlier or later—you chose today, the day you found out I was pregnant. So, in the end, the child is what truly matters to you, isn’t it?"

His eyes were filled with helplessness and regret.

"Bonnie, that day, when you chose Carl, I was heartbroken. I said those words out of anger. I’ve wanted to apologize for a long time, but I was afraid you wouldn’t forgive me, so I kept putting it off. But now that you’re carrying our child, how could I bear to upset you again?"

Bonnie didn’t know why, but even though he was apologizing, his words rubbed her the wrong way. The more she listened, the more irritated she felt. Without thinking, she kicked him hard and shouted,

"In the end, it’s still all about the child! James, I never want to see you again!"

With that, she turned and stormed out, leaving James standing there, looking completely innocent and confused. He had been so careful—how had he still managed to upset her?

Bonnie returned to her office and buried herself in work, keeping herself as busy as possible. But the moment she had a quiet second to think, everything he said and did today flooded her mind, leaving her feeling stifled.

If she hadn’t gotten pregnant, would he have just continued the silent treatment forever?

But that wasn’t even what frustrated her the most. What truly unsettled her was the fact that, when he was about to fall, she had instinctively rushed over to catch him—without hesitation.

What was wrong with her? Why did she care so much? Why did she even feel a twinge of heartache when she saw him about to collapse? Hadn’t she been trying so hard to escape from him?

Was Carl right? Had she really fallen in love with that man?

The more she thought about it, the more chaotic and restless her heart became. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and got up to find Cynthia.

As much as she resented Cynthia for selling her out so completely, how could she truly cut ties with her? She was, after all, the best friend she had ever had in this life.

Meanwhile, Cynthia had just hung up the phone with James. Her ever-capable brother had been utterly exasperated as he recounted the entire situation to her. Then, practically begging, he asked her for advice—he couldn’t stand another day of Bonnie’s cold shoulder.

She pointed out his mistake without hesitation: from beginning to end, he never should have mentioned the child. If she were in Bonnie’s shoes, she would have been just as angry. He kept bringing up the child over and over again—of course, Bonnie would think he was only humbling himself for the sake of the baby.

She had never felt secure in his love, yet he was using the child to make her stay. How could she not be furious? Fortunately, her brother was quick to catch on. The moment she pointed it out, he understood.

Cynthia felt like she was about to become a relationship expert, thanks to these two.

Bonnie, visibly emotional, vented to her about everything he had done. When she finally finished, Cynthia sighed and said earnestly,

"Bonnie, you’ve been with my brother for four years. You know better than anyone how he truly treats you, don’t you? You just refuse to admit it."

Bonnie turned her gaze away, feeling uncomfortable. Cynthia continued,

"I know you’ve never felt secure in his love, but isn’t ’LTC’ enough proof? If he didn’t love you, why would he buy this entire TV station just for you? If he didn’t love you, why would he use marriage as a way to tie you to him? If he didn’t love you, why would he spend his days flying back and forth between Malaysia and the mainland?"

By the end of her speech, Cynthia’s own voice had grown emotional.

"If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t have been so furious about you and Carl that he blurted out those hurtful words!"

As Cynthia laid bare his feelings with such clarity, Bonnie felt like she was about to break down. She covered her mouth, her fingers digging into her scalp as she muttered,

"Cynthia, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear you say these things!"

She didn’t want to hear people talk about how much he loved her—it only made her feel more guilty.

Yes, Cynthia was right. He had always been good to her. She had just never dared to admit it.

She was insecure and sensitive. She was proud yet fragile. She feared getting hurt because she had been wounded too many times before. She was terrified of giving up her youth only to end up with a shattered dream.

She was too fragile to bear that kind of heartbreak. So, she had convinced herself that as long as she turned a blind eye, none of it was real.