Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 171 - - Bonnie, where are you?

Albert had been extremely eager for her body, and now his own burning heat was strangled hard by her tightness, his body couldn't help but tremble with pleasure, and his waist was even more involuntarily following his heart's desire to move violently.

In fact, he did not want to use force on her like last time in the clinic, but she did not cooperate with him and what can he do, he will do this, one because he really wants her, and the second is to want to punish her, to punish her for always putting him in the second position every time.

Bonnie was outside listening to Cynthia's cries of pain Boston inside, and the man's ragged panting and the sound of the bed colliding with the wall from the sheer force of it, and flung herself against the door and hammered it hard, and

'Albert, you animal . Beast, you're not human-!'

The voices inside didn't stop at all, and in the end she shouted until her voice was hoarse, and she lost her strength, and just slipped through the corner of the wall in a daze, and a patch of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes and

'Cynthia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

In the bedroom, Albert ruthlessly occupied. With her, the big hand side hold her two plump non-stop kneading, thick palm for a while tightly will that group of soft wrapped, for a while and with dexterous fingertips gently tease her tip of the pink, and occasionally also lowered his head to wildly contain.

Cynthia in his non-stop teasing, breathing more and more rapidly, the tide of spring in her body is a wave after wave of outflow, not long ago she only felt a sudden violent contraction spasm in her lower abdomen. A white light passed before her eyes, and the pleasure of reaching the top almost made her cry out, so she had to bite her lips to death.

He only kissed her lips and gently pried them with his teeth, and her mouth was full of pouting. She gasped and chanted a little uncontrollably until all the shuddering had dissipated.

His cold taunt rang in his ears just in time.

'Didn't you say you didn't want it? How can you still reach a high under me? Orgasm!'

His insulting words were like sharp knives with barbed hooks, piercing deep into her heart, only to be yanked out, leaving her heart a bloody, mangled mess. Cynthia's lips trembled, and the flush on her small face, which had appeared due to the recent pleasure, immediately vanished.

Albert didn't say anything more. He merely pressed his lips together, intensifying his force as he entered her deeply once again.

It's unclear how much time passed, but suddenly, the bedroom door was flung open from the inside. Bonnie leapt up from the floor, raising her hand and swinging it toward the man.

"Albert, if you continue to hurt her like this, there will come a day when you regret it!"

Albert grabbed her wrist, tossing her aside with a cold grunt.

"Fine, I'll wait for that day!"

Then, he fastened his coat and left without looking back. Bonnie gritted her teeth and yelled angrily after him.

"Albert, I curse you! I curse you! I curse that you will never find true love in this life! I curse you to live in pain forever—"

The tall figure paused slightly behind the door. She saw his shoulders twitch, seemingly mocking her foolishness and the childish, laughable curses she had thrown.

After he left, Bonnie rushed into the bedroom. The air still carried the scent of passion. Cynthia's slender body lay lifeless on the bed, with large bruises on the skin exposed outside the blanket.

"Cynthia!"

Bonnie's eyes were filled with pain. She hurried over and, with trembling hands, pulled the blanket up to cover Cynthia's body, hiding the shocking marks.

"I'm fine—"

Cynthia buried her face into the blanket and muttered, her voice muffled. Bonnie felt a wave of guilt and sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, Cynthia. I'm so sorry. How did things end up like this? It's all my fault. I ruined you."

Cynthia raised her head and looked at Bonnie. Bonnie noticed that there were no tears in her eyes. Instead, all she saw was deep despair and pain. Cynthia softly spoke.

"Bonnie, don't say anything. Don't say a word. Just go to sleep."

"..."

Bonnie opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, though in her heart, she made a silent decision.

The next day, when Cynthia woke up, she found that Bonnie was already gone. A sense of unease swept over her, and she quickly grabbed her phone to call Bonnie, but the phone was turned off.

Cynthia's unease grew stronger. She frantically dialed the Laurence family's number, but no one answered. Knowing Bonnie's temperament, Cynthia guessed that she must have been so devastated by what had happened the day before, seeing her suffer at the hands of that man, that she didn't want to stay and cause further trouble for her.

But she must not do anything foolish. She was still so young. If she let those old men degrade her like this, how could she live the rest of her life?

Just as she was pacing anxiously, Cynthia received a text from Bonnie, just a few short words:

Cynthia, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll figure out how to raise money. I won't sell myself unless it's absolutely necessary.

Cynthia breathed a small sigh of relief. Bonnie saying this meant that at least for now, she wouldn't degrade herself in such a way.

After that day, her relationship with that man became increasingly tense. She hadn't returned to the big mansion, and he never came looking for her. She just ran between her small apartment and the clinic every day.

Nothing was more sorrowful than a dead heart, and that was exactly how Cynthia felt now.

That day, while she was treating patients at the clinic, the small clinic's TV broadcasted the news:

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Drug lord Robin died while on the run. After Carl brought his body back, he disappeared overnight. The once-glorious Laurence family completely collapsed.

To pay off their debts, the Laurence mother and daughter both became nightclub girls. Bonnie, the Laurence family's illegitimate daughter, has disappeared. It is believed she was sold by human traffickers to the Golden Triangle to be forced into labor or used for someone else's pleasure.

When Cynthia heard the last piece of news, her vision went dark, and she fainted.

"Senior sister—"

Victoria was shocked and hurried over to support her, pressing her finger hard on Cynthia's philtrum. The patients waiting in the clinic helped Victoria carry her to a small bed in the back room.

It took a while, but they managed to revive her. Cynthia opened her eyes, her eyes red and filled with tears.

"Bonnie—"

How could this happen? How could this happen? Bonnie had said just a few days ago that she would figure out a way to raise money. How could she suddenly have gone missing?

As Cynthia thought about it, her chest felt as if something was viciously squeezing it. Her tears couldn't help but flow down: Bonnie, where are you? Are you alive or dead?