Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 265-Assistant

The next morning, Bonnie woke up feeling nauseous from morning sickness. The moment she opened her eyes, she instinctively tried to get up and rush to the bathroom, only to find herself tightly bound by something, making it difficult to move.

Turning her head slightly, she met the worried gaze of the man beside her.

"What’s wrong, Bonnie?"

She had no time to question why he was in her room. Shooting him a glare, she quickly got out of bed. James, looking tense, followed her into the bathroom. Watching her lean over and retch in discomfort, he frowned in distress, stepping forward to hold her gently, rubbing her back soothingly while murmuring her name over and over again.

"Bonnie... Bonnie..."

He had never realized how much suffering came with carrying a child. If he had known it would be like this, he would never have selfishly given her this baby. She hadn’t wanted it to begin with, and now, on top of that, she had to endure such torment. She must feel awful.

After throwing up, Bonnie leaned weakly against him. Her symptoms had already improved significantly compared to before—at the beginning, her reaction had been much worse. James carried her back to the room, tucking her into the blanket again. Looking at her pale little face, his heart ached as he said,

"Why don’t you skip work today and sleep a little longer?"

She had always loved sleeping in. In the past, she would stay in bed until the very last second every morning. Being forced to wake up so early like this must be pure torture for her.

Bonnie was exasperated by his fussing and then suddenly remembered that he had climbed into her bed. She shot him a fierce glare.

"Not everyone is as lucky as you. As a boss, you can decide whether or not to go to work. I’m just a struggling employee!"

Grinning, he pulled her into his arms and rubbed his face against hers.

"I may be a boss, but you’re my boss. That means the whole TV station belongs to you, so you can do whatever you want!"

Bonnie pushed his handsome face away.

"James, I never realized you were such a smooth talker..."

He grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his chin, his face full of smug satisfaction.

"There are plenty of things you haven’t noticed yet..."

The freshly grown stubble tickled her palm, making her itch. Unable to free her hand, she could only glare at him in frustration. But then, his expression suddenly turned serious, and a deep, intense affection flickered in his eyes.

"Bonnie, the TV station has always been yours. Otherwise, where do you think LTC came from?"

Bonnie’s fingers trembled slightly in his grasp. The fiery intensity in his gaze made her heart race, and she hurriedly searched for an excuse to push him away.

"Let go of me! I’m going to be late for work!"

He ignored her, his eyes still locked onto hers. A large, warm hand gently pressed against her lower abdomen.

"Bonnie, how about naming our child Boston Aitong?"

His palm radiated a comforting warmth that seeped into her skin. A strange yet soothing feeling stirred in her belly, easing a bit of her unease. Without thinking, she followed his words and replied,

"Boston Aitong sounds like a girl’s name. What if we have a boy?"

He tilted his head, pondering for a moment, and then a look of pure happiness spread across his strong features.

"Then we’ll just have to have a daughter next time! No matter what, we need a child with this name!"

He was determined—there had to be a child named Boston Aitong. It was the only way to express the depth of his love for her.

Bonnie was furious.

"James, if you want kids, you can have them yourself! I am not going through this again!"

Realizing his mistake, James quickly apologized and tried to soothe her. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was wrong. We won’t have any more kids—just this one, okay?"

She didn’t answer him. Instead, she gave him a cold glare and pushed him away. Seeing that he had truly upset her, he reluctantly let go.

The moment Bonnie was free, she rushed to freshen up. By the time she came out, he had already prepared breakfast—beautifully arranged, aromatic, and inviting. Even though she usually had no appetite, just one look at the meal made her mouth water.

After breakfast, he insisted on driving her to work. When she protested, he silenced her with a lingering kiss. Unable to win against him, she finally gave in, but she made him drop her off at the intersection before the TV station.

After getting out of the car, Bonnie hurriedly crossed the street, completely unaware that behind her, James was gazing at her back with a gentle, doting smile. He didn’t drive away until he saw her reach the other side safely.

After dropping her off, James had to head home to change. Wearing the same clothes two days in a row would give his subordinates the impression that he hadn’t gone home for the night—something that, as a high-level executive, he needed to avoid.

However, the tenderness in his eyes as he watched Bonnie leave did not escape the notice of Anna, who was sitting in a luxurious sports car nearby. At that moment, a storm of resentment and jealousy surged through her beautiful eyes. She took out her phone and made a call.

"I accept your terms. I’ll act according to your instructions during tonight’s live broadcast."

Bonnie had just arrived at her office when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," she said.

A young woman with delicate features, neatly trimmed bangs, and a fresh, clean-cut appearance stepped inside. She looked a little nervous as she spoke cautiously,

"Hello, Bonnie. My name is Sandra. I was hired yesterday, and Mr. Boston assigned me as your assistant..."

"Assistant?"

Bonnie was puzzled. Over the years, no matter how busy she was, she had never requested an assistant. She always felt that she could handle everything on her own and had no need for one. Why had he suddenly assigned her one?

Glancing at the girl standing at the doorway, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number. Her tone was far from friendly.

"Hello!"

But just as she spoke, she remembered there was someone else in the room. Clearing her throat, she adjusted her tone to sound more formal.

"Mr. Boston, may I ask why you suddenly assigned me an assistant?"

James was already home, in the middle of changing his clothes. Wearing wireless earbuds, he was buttoning up his shirt as he replied,

"Your workload is huge, and now that you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t overexert yourself. There are tasks that don’t require your personal attention—just let her handle them."

Yesterday, he had personally interviewed and selected an assistant who was sharp, efficient, and capable of lightening Bonnie’s workload. He knew how strong-willed she was, how she had to oversee every detail herself to feel at ease. But now, with a baby on the way, if she continued pushing herself so hard, it wouldn’t be good for either her or the child.