Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 139 - - Bitten by a dog

At that moment, Albert seemed to understand the feelings of those men. The torture was unbearable; he couldn't wait even a minute, even though they had just been intimately entwined last night.

Cynthia leaned back in her seat and lowered the rearview mirror to check her neck. Instantly, she was furious. She snapped the mirror shut and turned to protest angrily at the beast beside her.

"Albert Wilson, can you stop biting my neck from now on?"

Every time he kissed her, every time they were tangled together, he liked to kiss down her neck and, even worse, leave one mark after another. Each time, she had to scramble the next day to cover up the evidence.

To her surprise, he turned to look at her and smiled lightly, casually correcting her.

"Cynthia, please be careful with your words. That wasn't biting, it was sucking!"

Cynthia was so annoyed by his suggestive choice of words that her face turned even redder. She turned her head to look out the window, refusing to speak to him any further.

The evening party was held at Geraint's "faraway."

When Cynthia awkwardly followed behind Albert Wilson into the private room, the group of people who had been laughing and chatting immediately fell silent. They all stared, shocked, before their expressions shifted into open admiration. Of course, their amazement was directed at the beautiful woman beside Albert Wilson.

Her beige trench coat, paired with sleek black ankle boots and slim-fitting jeans, showcased her long, straight legs without any concealment. A black turtleneck and a wide scarf added to her elegance, giving her the aura of a model straight out of a magazine.

What was most stunning, however, was her fresh and natural face. At first glance, she might seem a bit ordinary, but the calmness in her eyes and the subtle, cold elegance that occasionally appeared made her impossible to look away from. She successfully captivated everyone's attention and held it there.

After a long silence as everyone stared in disbelief, whistles and cheers erupted, filling the entire room. Cynthia grew more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't that she was shy or couldn't handle attention, but the feeling of being under so many eager gazes made her uneasy.

The whistles came in waves, the kind of whistles men often make when they see a beautiful woman, filled with teasing and a little bit of playful mockery.

One of the jokers in the group stood up and walked over, examining Cynthia for a while. He stroked his chin, clearly impressed, and with a smile, he turned to Albert Wilson, asking,

"Hey, Vice President, who is this beauty?"

Of course, as soon as his words fell, he was greeted by a fierce over-the-shoulder throw. The man fell to the ground, howling for a while. The people who had been cheering immediately fell silent. It soon became clear that the woman must be someone very important to him.

Those who were in the know remained silent and simply watched the drama unfold, such as Monica, Jim, and Klutz,carbles.

Tonight's gathering was for people from BlackRock, and everyone was quite familiar with each other. However, only those who were closer to Albert Wilson had seen Cynthia's true face—everyone else had no idea.

Albert Wilson glared at the group of hecklers and then grabbed Cynthia from behind, pulling her to the front. He said in a harsh tone,

"Tell them who you are!"

At that moment, Albert Wilson realized that the most painful thing in the world wasn't unrequited love, nor was it loving someone who doesn't know you love them. It was, damn it, when you dress up your own wife to be stunningly beautiful, only for her to be teased by others.

Cynthia was pushed in front of everyone, unable to advance or retreat. She had no choice but to brace herself and speak.

"Hello, everyone, my name is Cynthia..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the room collectively gasped. Even though she didn't explicitly say she was his wife, her name was well-known to everyone. Miss Cynthia Lancaster, the woman whom Vice President Wilson decided to marry on a whim, the woman Lucca had taken drastic action against.

At the wedding, everyone had seen a heavily made-up woman and assumed she was nothing more than a fleeting character. But now, seeing her fresh-faced and graceful, they suddenly understood why Albert Wilson had made such a choice. If it had been a choice between her and Doreen Lancaster, most people might have chosen her.

After she revealed her identity, the man who had been knocked to the ground by Albert Wilson got up, laughing as he joked.

"Oh, so it's Cynthia! My bad, I didn't recognize the big shot!"

Cynthia turned even more embarrassed. Albert Wilson's expression softened slightly. He stepped forward, placed his large hand on her shoulder, and led her to a seat. The atmosphere in the private room quickly became lively again.

In the corner, Monica glanced at her own hands being held and gritted her teeth as she said to the man beside her,

"Come on, Monica, can you let go of me now?"

Just after Albert Wilson knocked the joking man to the ground, Cynthia hurried to get up and explain, but someone suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She turned to see that it was JC, and instantly felt furious.

If it weren't for the old man constantly trying to match them up when they were in America, she would have gladly stayed in the U.S. with him. But after the old man kept pushing for them to be a couple, she quickly fled back to her home country. She never expected that as soon as she stepped off the plane, this damned man would show up as well.

He had the audacity to say he was sent by the old man to escort her back, but she didn't believe a word of it. Recently, she had been feeling increasingly uncomfortable with JC's intentions, which was really distressing.

Especially now, with him still holding her hand, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and she wished she could give him a shoulder throw just like Albert Wilson. But instead, the man leaned in and whispered in her ear, his warm breath carrying a slight smell of alcohol.

"Hey, it's rare to see the boss make a fool of himself. You'd better not get involved!"

His warm male scent sent a strange flush to her face. She quickly shifted to the side, desperately shaking his hand off.

"Alright, I know. Let go of me!"

But to her surprise, the man tightened his grip, his gaze fixed on her boss and Cynthia, completely ignoring her anger as he continued.

"No way! We'll wait until they're done."

She gritted her teeth and struggled for a while but couldn't break free. This damned man had so much strength, and she couldn't bring herself to shout. If she did, everyone would know they were being all ambiguous with each other, and she'd probably be teased endlessly.

She had no choice but to let him hold her hand. She struggled to move their clasped hands behind her back to avoid being seen and misunderstood. Now that her boss had finally revealed Cynthia's identity, she turned around and glared at the man who had been taking advantage of her.

Seeing her anger, Jim chuckled and let go of her, his eyes full of hidden meaning. Monica immediately dashed over to Cynthia's side and gave her a big hug.

"Cynthia, long time no see! I've missed you so much!"

Cynthia was caught off guard by her enthusiasm and could only laugh in response.

"I've missed you too!"

As soon as she said that, she received an eye roll from the man next to her. He wondered why she'd never said anything so affectionate to him, but here she was saying such mushy things to a woman. He seriously doubted if her orientation was a little off.

Cynthia didn't bother to respond to his awkward look, instead grabbing Monica's reddened wrist and asking,

"Huh? Monica, what happened to your hand?"

Monica's radiant face immediately showed a flash of anger, but she quickly lifted her chin in pride and spat out a few words.

"Bitten by a dog!"

At that moment, Albert Wilson and Cynthia seemed to share a tacit understanding. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously turned their gaze to Jim. Sure enough, his face instantly changed. The couple came to the same conclusion: there must be some kind of romantic tension between them!

Monica, noticing their reactions, quickly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Cynthia, let's go sing!"

"Don't!"

Cynthia quickly waved her hands in refusal.

"I can't sing! With so many people here, don't make me embarrass myself!"

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She instinctively shrank toward a certain man's embrace, hoping he would come to her rescue. That man, enjoying her approach, took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist but didn't speak up to stop Monica.

Monica's mischievous eyes met her boss's, and the two shared a knowing nod before she continued enthusiastically pulling Cynthia along.

"Come on, who can't sing? I've heard you before, and you sound amazing!"

"Huh? When did you hear me sing?"

Cynthia was completely confused. She didn't remember ever singing in front of Monica.