Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 131 - - I miss you so much

Because she stayed in the big mansion this year, Albert Wilson left a few people behind. Now, Fredy was watching the slightly tipsy person in the backseat, wiping the sweat off his forehead while thinking to himself, Oh dear, these young people—quiet and well-mannered on the surface, but once they go wild, they scare the life out of you.

Just a moment ago, she had almost gotten him scolded by the young master for going out to a party. His old face had been thoroughly reprimanded, and he didn't know where to hide it now.

Well, if she wants to go to a party, that's fine, but why didn't she answer the young master's call? She even turned off her phone! That made him have to rush here in the middle of the night with the driver to pick her up.

When the car stopped at a red light, the drunk Cynthia tilted her head and saw a 24-hour convenience store nearby. Suddenly, a strange thought crossed her mind.

She opened the car door and got out, startling Fredy so much that his heart almost skipped a beat. He quickly followed after her.

"Madam, what do you want to buy? I'll go get it for you."

He was so old, and running around like this wasn't easy for him!

Cynthia smiled mysteriously and shook her head, then walked into the convenience store, heading straight for the frozen section. Fredy followed behind her, completely puzzled, only to see her pick up a pile of squid and head to the checkout. She even turned around and flashed him a sweet smile.

"Fredy, let's have hot pot with squid when we get back, okay?"

Lazy.

"..."

He didn't react at all, other than wiping his sweat. It was already late at night, and she wanted to eat hot pot, but the problem wasn't that she wanted hot pot—it was that she only bought squid...

But she was the boss, so when they got back home, he hurriedly helped her prepare the hot pot ingredients. Later, he couldn't help but overthink it—since they were already eating, why not prepare some vegetables too? So he added a few dishes of greens.

As a result, Cynthia happily ate a whole meal of squid, finishing even the vegetables, before lying down on the couch, completely stuffed. Fredy stared at the cleared table in shock, mouth agape. She could really eat a lot! But how did she not gain any weight?

After her figure disappeared upstairs, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, having worked hard all evening, and carefully took out his phone to report: "Went out and had fun all night, then came back and ate half a kilo of squid in one go!"

After saying that, he added, "And when she was eating, it seemed like the squid in front of her was her enemy—she was stabbing it, biting it, chewing it fiercely!"

On the other side of the ocean, Albert Wilson shuddered at Fredy's words, then frowned and asked, "Does she really love squid that much?"

He remembered that last year, he had also had hot pot with her, and at that time, she had shown a strong interest in squid.

Fredy, equally confused, shook his head.

"I'm not really sure, sir. She just went to the supermarket and bought only that one kind of food!"

The two of them discussed it quietly over the phone for a while, and finally, Fredy asked, "Young master, should I try calling madam again?"

Albert Wilson thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, it's so late. She's probably asleep by now. We'll talk tomorrow."

When he heard from Fredy that she was going out to eat with Bonnie and the others tonight, he became a little worried because he knew how wild they all could be. As a result, he called her the entire evening, but she didn't answer. In the end, she even turned off her phone. With no other choice, he had to send Fredy and the driver to pick her up.

On New Year's Eve, Cynthia packed two plates of dumplings Fredy made and went to deliver them to Quinn. When she opened the door, she saw him standing at the entrance, a cigarette between his fingers, apparently getting ready to leave.

His injury had mostly healed, and he looked much more energetic. Dressed in black with short hair, his rebellious demeanor had an almost overwhelming presence. Cynthia was stunned by his aura and softly asked,

"Are you leaving?"

He didn't speak, just lowered his eyes to glance at the dumplings she was holding. She quickly explained,

"These are the dumplings made by the butler. It's a traditional Chinese custom to eat these tonight!"

Although Albert Wilson had the aura of the underworld about him, his temperament was clear and clean, with only a subtle sharpness hidden in his speech and actions.

Unlike him, Quinn seemed as if he had been soaked in darkness, radiating an intense aura of shadow from head to toe, so thick it almost suffocated you.

He remained silent, his eyes narrowing slightly in the smoke as he moved back into the house. She had no choice but to follow him into the kitchen, retrieve a bowl and chopsticks for him, and hurriedly said,

"Take your time eating. I'll leave now!"

"Aren't you staying to eat with me?"

He grabbed her, and the cold, stern man immersed in darkness looked at her with eyes that glimmered with a faint, eerie light.

She felt uncomfortable under his gaze, offering a dry laugh.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on ƒreewebɳovel.com.

"I've already eaten. You go ahead, I'll leave now!"

She quickly ran out, thinking to herself, God, this man is getting more and more terrifying. When I first saved him, he was just a harmless little lamb, but now he's gradually turning into a wild beast with sharp teeth and claws.

Actually, she hadn't eaten yet. She didn't stay because, first, he made her feel uneasy, and second, because in that little apartment, surrounded by the atmosphere of the New Year, she suddenly remembered the things that happened last Chinese New Year with him.

She didn't want to experience those sweet, warm memories with another man...

Wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood, she didn't want to return to his large mansion because it was so cold and empty there. No matter how big or luxurious the house, if there's no one you love by your side, it's not really a home.

She decided to buy a few cans of beer from the convenience store and went alone to the square. Since it was New Year's Eve, the square was filled with laughter and cheer. Children were playing and setting off fireworks, while adults chatted happily.

The fireworks lit up the night sky, dazzling and beautiful. She sat quietly on a bench in the square, watching the happiness that belonged to others, sipping her beer slowly. She had no home, no family, no lover, and though she had friends, none of them were here with her at this moment.

Her phone in her pocket kept ringing, but she had no mood to answer. No one was looking for her anyway. After a while, the ringing finally stopped abruptly. She remembered that her phone was almost out of battery—maybe it had died completely by now.

Lost in her own loneliness, she didn't notice the tall figure standing not far behind her, silently watching her.

Her beauty and aura attracted many young men around her, but they were all scared off by the fierce gaze of the man behind her, so she enjoyed a peaceful evening.

As she drank, she started to feel a little tipsy. She wasn't really someone who could hold her liquor, but tonight, she was drinking to drown her sorrows. As the alcohol took effect, she looked up at the sky and involuntarily began to hum softly

"If it weren't for loving you, how could I be awake so late..."

"My dear lady, I finally found you!"

A sharp cry broke through the air. From a distance, Fredy saw the figure on the bench and stumbled toward her.

He grabbed her arm, nearly on the verge of tears.

"The young master has been going crazy looking for you! Why did you turn your phone off again?!"

Oh my God! What does this girl even need a phone for? She keeps turning it off at random, and of course, she turns it off just when the young master is trying to call her. Every time, the young master ends up coming here to find him, and then gets furious, shouting at him.

He's getting old! It's so frustrating being yelled at all the time, and after being scolded, he has to rush out to find her. Come on, he's her butler, sure, but he's not responsible for keeping an eye on her!

Fredy grumbled inwardly, wiping his nose and tears as he spoke, then shoved his phone into her hand.

"The young master's call is still on, you'd better talk to him!"

Cynthia, completely unaffected by Fredy's dramatic outburst, continued to hum softly, lost in her own melancholy.

"...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much..."

Fredy was frozen in place.