Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 138 - - passion

While he was still lost in his fantasies, Cynthia on the other end was at a loss for words and actions to express her anger. When she finally lifted her head, she was confronted with an extremely seductive advertisement.

The advertisement featured a beautiful blonde with blue eyes, wearing a sexy bikini. Her long hair was naturally wavy, as if she had just woken up, still uncombed, or had just experienced a perfect love-making session. Her face exuded a natural allure, with a rosy complexion and misty eyes that resembled lips that had just been kissed.

As a woman herself, Cynthia was stunned. Bonnie, who had been beside her, immediately pulled her inside, and she then realized that it was the lingerie store mentioned in the text message earlier: Victoria's Secret.

"Hey, hey Cynthia, I think Vice President Wilson is definitely hinting at you to buy a sexy lingerie set..." Bonnie kindly reminded her, only to receive a roll of the eyes from Cynthia.

It wasn't just a suggestion; it was more like an order. "I like it," "You must buy it!" It was a blatant threat!

Fuming, Cynthia casually scanned the store, and her eyes landed on the dark blue set he had mentioned. The saleswoman, sharp-eyed, immediately noticed her gaze and hurried over to make a recommendation.

"Miss, you have great taste! This is one of our new arrivals this year. It's sexy and seductive. If you wear this, you're sure to have a passionate night with your husband!"

The saleswoman's bold sales pitch made Cynthia's face flush, and even Bonnie, usually carefree, couldn't help but blush. The two quickly paid and rushed out, clutching the set.

When Albert Wilson received the card payment notification, he jumped up from the sofa in excitement. He had thought that, knowing her temperament, she would either scold him harshly or completely ignore him. To his surprise, she had obediently bought what he had suggested.

Her actions immediately made him feel sweet inside, like he had eaten honey. His already cheerful mood brightened even more. It turned out she wasn't entirely indifferent to him after all.

Feeling even more relaxed, he decided to take it further. He settled back on the sofa, stretched out his long legs, and began flipping through a fashion magazine while using his phone to remotely choose what clothes she should buy. Occasionally, he would grab a few pieces of fruit and snack while he was at it.

Hermès bags, PRADA coats... and so on—anything he liked, he sent her a message about.

He trusted his taste; the clothes he picked for her would absolutely suit her personality. She wasn't the type for overly refined suits, nor the kind who would pull off a too innocent, sporty look. What suited her best were casual, lazy outfits, and even some stylish, slightly masculine ones—he thought she could totally pull them off.

But what he didn't expect was that she didn't object to any of his choices and bought everything he suggested. By the end, he suddenly got the idea to tease her, so he sent her a message: "I just realized I'm out of underwear. How about you buy some for me too?"

Then, she added the specific brand and color he had asked for. After waiting for a while, she finally sent him a message—two cold, harsh words: "Go die!"

He laughed heartily, stood up, put on his jacket, grabbed his car keys, and headed out. After spending the whole morning at home, it was time to get moving—by picking up a certain little woman who had finished her shopping.

As for Cynthia, everything felt different. She watched his messages continuously flooding in, directing her to buy this and that. Though his tone was somewhat domineering, there was an underlying hint of concern for her.

But Albert Wilson, the way you care for me now, you've become an irreplaceable part of my life. So, where do I stand in your heart?

Does the way you care for me mean that you have feelings for me?

She suddenly felt a wave of sadness. She wondered how long she could stay by his side. It was uncertain—perhaps tomorrow, Lancaster Enterprises would go bankrupt, and they would go their separate ways.

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She suddenly didn't want to keep fighting him anymore. She also wanted to enjoy the quiet joy of being with the person she loved. She wanted to make everything revolve around him, to pretend that he was truly her husband, her everything, someone she could rely on.

So, she didn't defy any of his instructions. She followed the messages on his phone, buying everything one by one as he had asked. However, she had to admit, his taste was indeed impressive. Every piece of clothing fit her style and matched her temperament.

At that moment, she thought to herself that if he ever tried to dress her up like one of those flamboyant women, she would definitely hang up on him without hesitation and go buy her own clothes.

But perhaps even she didn't realize it—she had shopped through the entire mall, carrying a bunch of bags, and yet, she had been smiling continuously while looking at her phone.

Bonnie also noticed something was off. She stopped being as careless as she had been at first and quietly stood behind Cynthia, watching her smile so sweetly. In her heart, she silently wished her well.

No matter what choice Cynthia made, whether she would be hurt or find happiness, Bonnie would always stand by her side, silently sharing it all, never leaving.

The two of them walked out of the mall with their arms full of bags. Just as Cynthia was about to hail a cab, a familiar silver-gray car suddenly drove up with a swoosh and stopped in front of them.

The car window rolled down, revealing someone wearing brown sunglasses with an irresistibly handsome face. He flashed them a bright smile and said,

"Hey, ladies, would you like a ride?"

Cynthia was surprised by his sudden appearance, while Bonnie, though captivated by his smile, hadn't lost her composure. She shoved all the shopping bags into Cynthia's arms, then teasingly said to Albert Wilson,

"Handsome, I'm not interested in the ride, but this lady here is. Please give her a lift home. Just make sure you don't eat her on the way, okay?"

After saying that, Bonnie pushed Cynthia, who was still standing there in shock, toward the car, then laughed and ran off to catch a taxi home. Cynthia, frustrated, glared at Bonnie's quickly disappearing back. Left with no choice, she opened the car door, threw the bags into the back seat, and got into his car.

Before she could even settle into her seat, his tall figure suddenly leaned over, and with a firm grip, he turned her head and kissed her lips. Caught off guard, she was embraced tightly by him. She stared at his handsome face, blinking in surprise, unable to come to her senses for a moment.

His kiss was hot and passionate, yet it seemed to carry a hint of tenderness. His lips gently pressed against hers, pulling and sucking at her softness again and again. She was somewhat dizzy from the kiss, but when she remembered where they were, she hurriedly pushed against him.

"Albert Wilson, we're right in front of the mall where people are walking by. Let go of me!"

"Not letting go!"

He muttered something under his breath, then grabbed her small hand and continued kissing her deeply. His palm, dry and warm, tightly cupped her hand, pressing it against her chest, leaving her no chance to resist.

Reluctantly, she closed her eyes tightly and endured the sudden surge of passion. Luckily, the car windows were tinted dark enough, so no one could immediately see the intimate scene unfolding inside.

However, a flashy car like this, parked in the bustling area with people coming and going, wouldn't stay unnoticed for long. Sooner or later, someone would get curious and move closer to the window to see what was happening inside.

As the first person's face approached the window, Cynthia heard the man mutter in frustration, then he released her. The next moment, the engine roared to life, and a chorus of screams echoed from the crowd. She opened her eyes and saw the car speeding away like an arrow from a bow.

Once they were far from the crowd and on a wide, open road, Albert Wilson slowed down and glanced at her. Her lips, swollen slightly from his kiss, were a rosy shade, and a flush of pink colored her fair cheeks. He swallowed hard, then turned back to focus on the road.

Though he was naturally carefree and wild, he had no respect for those who enjoyed car sex. He often wondered how desperate those men must be—couldn't they just wait until they got home to do something like that?