Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 151 - - Cynthia, you're so beautiful...

Cynthia thought he wouldn't be able to make it back from his business trip. Seeing his travel-worn appearance, it was clear he had rushed back right after landing. A sense of sweetness filled her heart, and she looked at him with a gentle smile.

Albert Wilson had initially felt a bit annoyed. She had forgotten their special day and hadn't even sent him a single reminder text. And yet, he had been working himself to the bone overseas just to make sure he could spend this day with her.

But now, seeing her nestled quietly in his arms, smiling softly, his exhaustion and frustration melted away. All he said was a calm instruction to Jim in the front seat:

"Drive."

Back home, after taking a shower, he wanted to cuddle and get intimate with her. But after traveling overnight and being utterly drained, he ended up falling into a deep sleep while holding her. She had no choice but to join him for a nap.

When they both woke up, it was already evening, with city lights shining brightly outside. Neither wanted to get up; they stayed in each other's arms, relishing the peaceful atmosphere. It was hard to tell whether they didn't want to disturb the moment or if there was some other reason.

They were in her small apartment, a place she had insisted on coming to. She wanted them to spend a quiet day together, without the fuss and bustle that would come with returning to the family estate where Fredy would inevitably plan a big production. This day belonged to the two of them alone.

Unexpectedly, their way of celebrating had been sleeping the day away. The thought made them both chuckle. He rolled over, his long legs draping over her, and gazed down at her with quiet intensity. Lazily, he asked,

"What do you want for dinner?"

She frowned, thinking for a while but coming up with nothing. Finally, she said,

"I don't really have a craving for anything. Why don't I check what's in the fridge and just whip something up?"

He looked deeply into her clear, dark eyes, which shone with pure simplicity, free from any worldly desires. There was something so clear and peaceful about her gaze that it inexplicably made him nod. She smiled, kissed him lightly on the lips, and climbed out of bed.

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He had planned to take her out for a luxurious dinner to celebrate properly. But seeing her like this, he suddenly felt that all the glitz and glamour were fleeting and insignificant. Nothing compared to the authenticity of being with someone you loved.

In the fridge, there were only noodles and a couple of eggs. Cynthia decided to keep things simple and make some noodle soup. As she busied herself in the kitchen, his tall figure unexpectedly squeezed into the small space, making it feel even more cramped.

He gently embraced her from behind, and she leaned back, resting her entire weight against his broad chest. Placing his chin on her shoulder, he took her hand and slipped a dazzling diamond ring onto her slender finger. The ring fit her delicate hand perfectly.

She resisted slightly. Such extravagant gestures weren't her style, and she felt uncomfortable with the grandeur. But he clasped her hand tightly and said,

"I know you don't care for these things, but this is my way of showing my heart. Now that I have the means to give you the best and most luxurious things, I want you to have them. Because if one day I have nothing, I hope you'll still stay by my side, no matter what."

Her heart swelled with mixed emotions—feelings she couldn't quite name—so she let him hold her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers firmly.

The ring was said to be a masterpiece by a renowned French jeweler, a unique and exquisite diamond ring. It was part of a matching set with his own. The brilliant diamond and distinctive design symbolized their union, and the inner band was engraved with the initials of their names: a & c.

In return, she gave him a simple, budget-friendly violet tie. Despite its ordinariness, he was delighted, treasuring it as if it were a priceless gift. To him, her willingness to choose and gift this color symbolized that she had completely let go of any resentment or barriers in her heart.

Violet was her favorite color, and her desire to share it with him signified her hope that he could carry it off perfectly and confidently.

They each gave the other their best within their own means, which in itself was a kind of happiness.

After dinner, the two felt they should go somewhere to relax and celebrate. After mulling it over, they both exclaimed at the same time, "Let's go to the beach!"

Albert Wilson chose the beach because he felt that the woman beside him gave him strength. He thought that perhaps, with her by his side, he could muster the courage to overcome his fears.

Cynthia shared the same thought as him—she, too, felt a certain unease about the water. Though her fear wasn't as intense as his, she wanted to face it together with him.

They drove to the beach, the very spot where the sea had nearly claimed her life the previous year. The nighttime ocean was tranquil and solemn, so quiet that only the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks could be heard.

He stood behind her, holding her close as they both faced the sea. The cool breeze brushed their cheeks. She could feel his trembling and immediately placed her small hand over his larger one resting on her waist.

"Albert, if you're feeling uncomfortable, let's go back to the car, okay?"

He didn't respond, simply holding her tighter. She could feel the tension in his body—his stiffness, his shivering, and the icy coldness of his skin.

Yet, despite his intense reaction, he didn't say he wanted to leave. After a while, she gently spoke,

"Look, Albert, the sea is actually quite beautiful. It has an elegant, profound, and melodic shade of blue. It holds a vast, boundless embrace."

Albert Wilson slowly opened his eyes as her soft voice floated in the air. He looked at the quiet sea before him and, for the first time in a long while, felt a sense of peace washing over him. Perhaps it was the serenity of the moment that eased his heart. Her gentle words seemed to obscure the unpleasant memories he once associated with the ocean.

It has an elegant, profound, and melodic shade of blue...

As his thoughts wandered, she suddenly turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her delicate face was tinged with a faint blush, and there was a trace of excitement in her eyes.

"Albert, if we ever have a child, can we name her Olive? I hope she can have a heart as deep, elegant, and tranquil as the ocean's blue. I don't care if she's wealthy or successful; I just want her to live a serene and boundless life."

His heart skipped a beat. He had never truly considered the idea of having a child with her. It wasn't that he didn't want one, but he always felt there were so many things yet to be accomplished. Thinking about such a distant future made him feel unprepared.

But now, seeing her joyful expression, he couldn't bear to extinguish her enthusiasm. He smiled and said,

"What if it's a boy?"

"Uh..."

Cynthia felt a bit embarrassed, partly for bringing up the topic of children so carelessly, and partly because she hadn't actually thought about what to do if it were a boy.

As she calmed down from her excitement, she realized it was a bit awkward, so she gave a nervous laugh and said,

"Heh, just pretend I never said that!"

His gaze suddenly darkened, and his large hand tightened around her slender waist.

"How can I pretend you didn't say it? Since you want a child so much, why don't we try and make one?"

Cynthia could clearly understand what his suddenly intense gaze meant. However, since they were out in the wild, she hurriedly laughed it off,

"I... I don't want to..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how ambiguous they sounded. She had meant to say that she didn't want children, but for some reason, the word "children" slipped out, so it sounded like she didn't want...

He couldn't stop laughing softly, his arm tightening around her as he pulled her into his embrace and gently nipped at her earlobe.

"Then... let me see if you really don't want it..."

Her face turned red as she pushed against him.

"Hey, hey, Albert Wilson, where are you going with this? I meant I don't want children... mmm..."

The unspoken words were swallowed by his lips, which ignited a fiery wave between their mouths.

In the cramped car, she felt her face flush even more at the position she was in, straddling him. She was wearing a Bohemian-style dress, a gift from Monica, and at this moment, the hem of the dress had already been lifted by him, and her top was completely pushed up.

He leaned back against the driver's seat, lowering the backrest slightly, exposing her full breasts and the most private areas without reserve.

"Cynthia, you're so beautiful..."