Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 190 - Bonnie&James

The city's most famous LTC TV station stood tall at the top of a building, with its three gilded letters shining brightly, giving off an air of superiority and dominance.

This TV station was bought four years ago by a mysterious individual. At the time, the station was on the verge of bankruptcy, burdened by internal and external troubles and mounting debts. The purchase was laughed at by many financial investors, but who could have imagined that within less than a year of this mysterious person taking over, the station would become the most famous in the city, even surpassing the local satellite TV stations in popularity.

LTC's news programs were sharp and unique in perspective, its entertainment shows fresh yet sophisticated, and its financial programs were one of a kind. In short, nowadays, nearly eighty percent of the city's population watched LTC regularly.

After finishing her call with Cynthia, Bonnie, her face cold and her eyes tinged with frustration, stepped out of her office. She took the elevator up to the 12th floor, stopping in front of a door. She glanced up at the large letters above the door: Director's Office.

Bonnie, having gone through the great upheaval four years ago, had become much more composed and quiet. Except when it came to work, most of the time, her eyes now reflected indifference and calm. The cheerful, carefree Bonnie from before was long gone.

Someone once said that people must go through something to grow, and she was a perfect example of that.

She still kept her hair short and neat, styled in the trendiest cut of the moment. Her sophisticated suit and understated makeup gave her a feminine yet professional appearance.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. A deep male voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

She closed the door and leaned against it, her gaze dropping to her feet. Her voice was calm and steady.

"Director Boston, is there something you need?"

As soon as her words left her lips, a tall figure loomed in front of her. His brown leather shoes were polished to a shine. She remembered buying them for him last year during his birthday on a whim—her first gift to him. She had accidentally bought the wrong size, but he wore them with great enjoyment. Thinking back to it, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, so she tilted her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.

A low, somewhat dissatisfied voice came from above her.

"I miss my wife. Is that reason enough?"

She stayed silent, pretending she didn't understand what he had said.

"I landed at six this morning and got home by seven, only for the maid to tell me that you were already at the station working."

The man's long fingers reached out, lifting her chin to force her to look into his eyes.

"Bonnie, you usually start work at eight-thirty, and you don't wake up until eight. Why are you up so early today? Are you trying to avoid me?"

Caught in the act, Bonnie felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat to cover her unease.

"Ahem, well... there's more work at the station today, so... I came in a little earlier!"

"Is that so?"

The man scoffed lightly, his strong fingers unapologetically turning her face toward him. With nowhere to escape, she had no choice but to face him head-on.

It was a face she had been looking at for four years. A face that was both handsome and aloof, with an air of refinement. His features were sharp and deep, and his eyes were as determined as a sculpture carved by wind and sand.

Though she had seen countless handsome men, she had to admit that her husband was indeed very good-looking. However, she always felt that something was missing between them, so every time she faced him, there was a sense of distance in her heart.

Perhaps it was because their marriage hadn't started with love, but because he had saved Carl Laurence, who had been cornered and hunted down. He had said he could save Carl, but only on the condition that she marry him. To put it simply, their marriage had begun out of mutual benefit.

Although this man appeared gentle and refined on the surface, Bonnie knew better—he was actually the most cunning and scheming animal, especially when it came to her!

She had once been the articulate and capable president of the student council, but after four years of interactions with him, she had lost miserably each time. Eventually, she gave up, resigned to the fact that this man could do as he pleased in her world.

Of course, when she used the phrases "recklessly charging forward" and "doing as he pleases," she didn't mean he treated her badly. It was the opposite—he was too good to her, domineering in his control over everything about her.

For example, he would require her to drink a glass of honey water on an empty stomach every morning, claiming it was good for her skin. Or when she worked late into the night, he would domineeringly shut down her computer and force her into bed to make her sleep. When she was suffering from menstrual cramps, he would forcefully hold her in his arms, gently soothing her stomach with his warm hands. There were many, many more such things, too many for her to count at the moment...

He was so good to her that sometimes she doubted whether they were truly a couple in love. But she hadn't forgotten that when they got married, she told him that if he ever grew tired of her, he should set her free. He had unhesitatingly agreed.

For Bonnie, lost in her thoughts for so long, the man had clearly grown accustomed to it. He squinted and smiled, a glimmer of sharpness in his eyes.

"Well? Bonnie, don't you think your husband is very handsome?"

Bonnie was snapped back to reality by his teasing words. She turned her head to avoid looking at him and replied in a very formal tone.

"Director Boston is indeed very handsome."

Every time she saw that mischievous glint in his eyes, she couldn't help but want to run away—like right now.

As expected, his large hand started to act up. When she wasn't paying attention, he reached out and tightly wrapped his hand around her slender waist, then leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.

"With such a handsome me, have you thought about me these days?"

She struggled for a moment but found his grip as firm as iron, so she begrudgingly said, "There are many women who think about you, I'm not the only one!"

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled lowly, waved his hand, and pulled her into his arms. His tall frame bent slightly as he rested his head on her shoulder, comfortably inhaling deeply.

"Let me think... how long has it been since we last saw each other? From the 15th until now, it's almost the end of the month... two weeks already. And you didn't miss me? Bonnie, you really are heartless!"

Since his work focus was in Hong Kong, he had to return there every month to handle some matters, often staying for more than half a month.

Bonnie couldn't say a word in response to his accusation. She knew she hadn't been fulfilling her duties as a wife. She couldn't wait for him to go back to Hong Kong, and whenever he left for half a month, she didn't even remember to call him, except when something came up.

"I've been thinking about you so much that I wished I could finish two days' worth of work in one!"

He let go of her, his eyes filled with unmasked longing, and his fingers teasingly stroked her cheek.

They weren't strangers to physical intimacy, so Bonnie understood exactly what he meant. With a burst of strength, she pushed him away and took a few steps inside to avoid his unwelcome advances. She glared at him angrily.

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"Director! It's still daytime, and we're in the office!"

"So what?" He shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. He tugged at his necktie and leaned against the door, watching her with an expression as if he were observing an innocent little rabbit trapped in a wolf's den, struggling helplessly.

He sounded completely innocent, but Bonnie was so infuriated she felt like spitting blood. She clenched her fists and rushed toward the door.

"Sorry, Director, I still have a lot of work to do. I'll leave you to it!"

James, still smiling with his eyes hiding deeper emotions, couldn't let her off that easily. After all, she had come to him—he couldn't just let her go so easily. Half a month! Half a month without any affection... What kind of torment must that be for a healthy, young man?

However, right now, the priority was to distract her attention, so he grabbed her and pressed her against the door, narrowing his eyes.

"I heard... the new producer is both beautiful and capable?"

As soon as Cynthia was mentioned, Bonnie immediately forgot her situation. She raised her eyes warily and warned him sharply.

"Don't even think about her!"

"What's wrong? Jealous?"

He chuckled, casually extending his arm to pull her even closer. At this point, escaping was impossible.

Bonnie rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Ugh, she already has a husband, and her husband is very impressive!"

Whether it was her former real husband, Albert, or her current, nominal husband, Quinn, both were men of great standing.

Honestly, she wanted to say something harsher, like, "What jealousy?" If it weren't for his habitual flirtations, would she really be this worried about Cynthia falling victim to his manipulative hands?

Whenever a new beautiful woman joined the station, didn't he always call them into his office for a "private" chat? And these chats would often last for hours. A man and a woman alone in a room... In today's world, where such unspoken rules are prevalent, who could believe that nothing had happened between them?

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Every time he had one of those long meetings with beautiful women, she would ignore him for days. He would follow her around, acting all innocent, explaining that it was just a simple meeting, as if she were a three-year-old!

James laughed harder, his burning lips drawing near to her, his voice dripping with flirtation.

"Her husband is impressive, but don't you think your husband is impressive too?"