Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 160 - - like anyone else

Cynthia felt her whole body heat up under his lustful gaze and couldn't help but poke him with her hand in frustration.

"Hey, Albert, get someone to move all that stuff out tomorrow!"

He was really quite full of himself. The reason she set up the clinic there was to help people in the area who weren't very well off. Her clinic was simple but low-cost, so she could earn enough to support herself without any issues.

But then he suddenly sent all these expensive pieces of equipment over. Not only did she have no space to store them, but the worst part was that she couldn't even make enough to cover the costs.

Unexpectedly, he reached out and grabbed the hand she was using to poke him, then effortlessly pulled her into his embrace. She was so startled that she screamed. If he hadn't caught her, the consequences could have been quite serious.

Actually, it wasn't that she didn't believe he would catch her; it was that they hadn't been so intimate in a long time due to her injury. If she fell into his arms, the tension between them would probably ignite, and considering her injuries, she began to struggle. She definitely didn't want to set off his desires only to be forced to find other ways to satisfy him later.

With her in his arms, he naturally wasn't about to let go. His strong arms tightened around her, and his warm lips were coming closer to her face. He mumbled softly:

"What's the big deal if you can't make it back? Your husband will support you!"

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Cynthia was so angry at his inappropriate touch and his arrogant words that she nearly spat blood. She pushed him away while saying:

"Ugh, get rid of all your expensive equipment! I can totally support myself!"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased, with a hint of frustration in his eyes.

"Why are you so stubborn, woman?"

When he glared at her, Cynthia realized she was being too fierce at this moment and it wasn't very charming, so she shut her mouth and said nothing more. Their gazes locked, and the flames in both of their eyes seemed ready to set the other on fire.

To be honest, she longed for him just as much. She yearned for his warm embrace, for his lingering kisses, and for the wild declarations of love he whispered in her ear whenever passion took over.

In the quiet of the night, in the warm, cozy study, it was hard to tell who made the first move. But before long, their lips were pressed together, first lightly brushing, then turning into a deep, entangled kiss.

Soon, he lifted her in his arms, positioning her on his lap, and claimed her lips once more, kissing her fiercely. The longing he had endured for so many days became uncontrollable.

Impatiently, they shed each other's clothes. Cynthia, feeling a little embarrassed, pressed herself tightly against his bare chest, murmuring,

"Albert, let's... let's go back to the bedroom..."

This was the study; how could they do something like this here?

"It's too late!" he replied.

He growled in a muffled voice picking her up in one hand and placing her on the large desk, then with a jerk he penetrated her from behind.

'Mmm... it hurts...'

Though she was wet and ready to take him in, her long untouched body couldn't withstand his sudden intrusion and Cynthia let out a whimper of pain as she slumped over.

'I'm sorry Cynthia, I was a little too eager ...'

He leaned down and kissed her white smooth back delicately, his big hand also explored to her front, finding those two alabaster-like softness, gently kneading and squeezing, feeling the two bumps at the top gradually harden in his hand.

The strength of the waist is even slowed down a lot, just like that one after another gently in and out, gradually let her tightness to adapt to their own coarse. Large, for fear of hurting her.

She simply can't stand this kind of teasing. Tease, breathing gradually on the rapid up body also kept twisting, and his close contact with the place is sliding through a ** hot flow seems to invite him to taste her more deeply.

Albert was satisfied to let go of her cover in front of her breasts of the big hand, catch her slender waist fierce rhythm up, Cynthia unconsciously supported the table thin body with his force swinging, warm study in a charming piece of ...

The passion. After the lovemaking was over he carried her back to the bedroom, she was so tired that she didn't want to move a muscle and he favoured her against the king-size bed asking strange questions, like when he said.

'What was going through your mind when you saved me that night?'

She weakly glanced at him, then turned over, facing away from him.

"I wasn't thinking about anything, I just treated you like a patient—"

When she was performing the surgery, how could she have the luxury to think of anything else? It required intense focus and concentration; one small mistake could cost a life. Did he think it was like them, sitting in front of a computer, typing away carelessly?

Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her and turned her body around. Frowning, clearly upset, he asked,

"Am I just like anyone else?"

She blinked innocently,

"Then what else could it be?"

He didn't respond, just stared at her. After an awkward silence, he finally asked the question that had been bothering him,

"Tell me! When you saw me injured like that, did it hurt your heart?"

He clearly remembered how calmly she had teased him earlier in Boston. She had mocked him for thinking about women while injured, and the woman he had called out wasn't anyone else—it was her. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Seeing that he was truly upset, Cynthia quickly begged for mercy,

"Alright, alright, let me think about it!"

He wasn't like anyone else. How could he be?

She closed her eyes, carefully recalling the scene at that time, then opened her eyes to look at him seriously as she spoke,

"Actually, it's like this: my heart stopped beating when I heard that you were injured, so until I managed to stabilize you, it remained numb and unresponsive. So there was no pain... or no lack of it..."

His expression finally softened. He slipped under the covers, pulling her into a tight embrace. He was quite satisfied with her answer. At least it meant she was truly worried about him, distressed, and cared for him.

The peaceful days continued like this until the arrival of Lucca.

That day, Cynthia was at her small clinic, laughing happily with Victoria and Gary. Ever since he found out about her true identity, she had openly started managing her small clinic.

He hadn't stopped her, but he did forbid her from taking any shady jobs. He even sent people from BlackRock to spread the word, saying that Sunflower had left the underground world and that from now on, there would be no more Sunflower.

Of course, she was in a good mood now that she could do what she wanted. Although sometimes when she thought about the things standing between them, a bit of melancholy would settle in her heart, most of the time, she was happy and content.

Gary must have said something that made her and Victoria laugh joyfully. But when she turned around, she saw Lucca standing outside the clinic. The smile on her face instantly froze.

Lucca strode inside, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at the woman in a white lab coat, her gentle aura and clear eyes. A wave of hatred surged in his chest. She really had been so sheltered that she seemed almost untouched by the world.