Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 214 - - I’m quite happy

As soon as Cynthia hung up, Bonnie looked at her with guilt written all over her face.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry... Should I not have asked you to come back?"

Cynthia shook her head lightly.

"Bonnie, don't apologize. This was my choice, wasn't it? I chose to come back. From the moment he found me in Australia and stood before me, I knew... I couldn't run anymore."

She let out a bitter laugh and continued,

"I'm starting to believe that maybe this is my fate. Maybe he is my calamity. Look at me—I ran for four years, but in the end, I still ended up right back here."

By the time she finished speaking, she was already chuckling at herself in self-mockery. Wasn't that the truth? For four years, she had deliberately cut herself off from everything here, but in the end, she couldn't escape.

All it took was one overwhelming piece of news—Albert, gravely injured and on the brink of death.

She still remembered that day. She had just arrived at the office, turned on her computer, and the top headline was about him:

"BlackRock Vice President Albert Severely Injured, Life in Critical Condition."

She had frozen in place.

Without even grabbing her coat, without even applying for leave, she had bolted out of the station.

She had jumped into a taxi, rushed to the kindergarten to pick up Olive, and then dashed home, her mind filled with only one thought— she had to go back and save him.

She had to take Olive with her.

And if... if he truly couldn't make it, then at least he could see his daughter one last time.

For four years, she had hated him. But maybe, just maybe, the hatred she once thought was impossible to let go of had already begun to dissolve the moment she saw him lying there—lifeless, pale, a shadow of his former self.

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And yet, after saving him, she had run away again.

She had only wanted him to live; she had never planned on starting over with him. The past between them was an insurmountable wall she had no courage to face.

How could Bonnie not understand the turmoil in her heart?

Bonnie let out a sigh, looked at her, and said softly,

"Cynthia, I know exactly what you're thinking. You don't need to consider Wilson's feelings, or mine. As long as you can be happy, I'm willing to let go of everything."

"Bonnie—"

Cynthia's heart ached even more at Bonnie's words, especially when she noticed the redness and slight puffiness around her eyes—clear evidence that she had been crying.

Bonnie held her gaze tightly, but Cynthia didn't back down.

"Then tell me... Are you happy now?"

Bonnie clearly hadn't expected such a direct question. She froze for a moment before lowering her gaze, mechanically picking at her food, and muttering,

"I'm... quite happy."

Perhaps to others, she really did seem happy.

Her husband was handsome, from a prestigious family, and treated her with utmost care and devotion. She had a successful career, a seemingly perfect life.

So what reason did she have to feel unhappy?

She often asked herself the same question.

Yet, in the quiet of the night, when the world was still, she would wake up from her dreams and simply stare at the man sleeping beside her. And in those moments, a deep, overwhelming panic and confusion would wash over her.

She didn't even know what she was afraid of, what she was uncertain about.

Sometimes, she would ask herself over and over again:

Was this man—this man who always wore a gentle, distant smile—really her husband?

Why did she often feel as if he were a stranger?

Why did she constantly have the unsettling feeling that one day, he would turn around and leave without a word?

Bonnie gave her sleek short hair a little shake, forcing herself to snap out of those thoughts. She fell into silence, unwilling to say anything more.

Because every time she spoke about him, she felt utterly powerless.

Seeing Bonnie retreat into her usual silence, Cynthia sighed and let it go.

Then, remembering Anna's taunts from earlier that morning, she couldn't help but ask,

"Why don't you make your connection to Boston public?"

Bonnie didn't even hesitate.

"I don't want to."

Bonnie's response was immediate and firm.

"I don't want people thinking I got to where I am today just because of him!"

"But aren't they already saying that?"

Cynthia sighed helplessly as she looked at Bonnie's stubborn expression. She knew her well—knew how fiercely independent she was. And truth be told, Bonnie's talent and abilities were undeniable.

But wasn't that exactly what Anna had been insinuating this morning? Making snide remarks about her connection with James?

Bonnie, clearly frustrated, snapped back,

"That's different! He barely came here at all in the first couple of years, so everyone saw my abilities for themselves!"

Ever since that incident two years ago—when she had disappeared for a few days to meet Carl Laurence—that damn man had started flying over from Hong Kong every other day. Eventually, he had even begun shifting his work focus here, as if he was putting her under surveillance.

And now, thanks to that, she had become the subject of endless rumors.

Seeing Bonnie getting worked up again, Cynthia quickly tried to calm her down.

"Alright, alright. Bonnie, you want me to be happy, and I want the same for you."

The infamous Miss Laurence really did have a temper. Just the mere mention of Boston TV and she was already fuming.

Cynthia was about to change the topic when Bonnie suddenly exploded in anger.

"That pervert who called you into his office this morning—did he do anything to you?"

Cynthia was momentarily stunned before realizing that the "pervert" Bonnie was referring to was James. She immediately protested in dissatisfaction.

"Why are you calling him a pervert?"

Bonnie's eyes sparkled with anger as she scoffed,

"Isn't he? Every time a new beautiful woman joins the station, he calls them into his office for a 'chat.' If that's not perverted, then what is?"

Cynthia suddenly felt like she might understand why Bonnie was so worked up.

Was she... jealous?

Suppressing a laugh, she explained,

"I don't know about the other women, but this morning, we really just talked."

Bonnie let out a cold snort.

"Good. Because if he had tried anything, I would've skinned him alive when I got back!"

Cynthia rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"Oh my god, can you please act a little more ladylike?"

Bonnie, annoyed at how Cynthia seemed to be defending James, simply rolled her eyes.

The two of them continued to banter as they finished their meal.

That afternoon, back at the station, when Cynthia announced that Albert had agreed to join the live broadcast that evening, the entire newsroom was left in stunned silence.

Anna, in particular, was so shocked that she completely forgot her composure, her jaw dropping in disbelief.