Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 197 - - It's late!

While she was still tangled up in her thoughts, suddenly, she heard the noise from his side—clattering sounds, followed by the door opening, and then the sound of him rushing into the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably.

His vomiting was difficult to listen to, and after hesitating for a moment, Cynthia decided to put on some clothes and go check on him. By the time she stepped outside, he had just emerged from the bathroom, his face pale, his brows furrowed tightly, looking visibly uncomfortable. His face was also wet, clearly splashed with cold water.

When he saw her standing at the door, wrapped in clothes, he paused for a moment, but only glanced at her before turning and walking into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The sound of the door slamming made Cynthia flinch. He had disturbed her sleep the whole night with his shouting, and now he was throwing a tantrum? However, after considering that he was drunk, she decided not to argue with him. She sighed and turned to head back to her room. But just as she was about to do so, he rushed out of the bedroom again.

Hearing his vomiting sounds, she shook her head and walked into the kitchen instead.

By the time she had made some hangover soup, the bathroom had gone silent. She walked into his bedroom with the soup and saw him lying on the bed, his tall figure propped up at an angle. One hand was pressed against his forehead, and his handsome face was scrunched up in pain.

She immediately knew it was the result of drinking too much, the hangover causing a headache. She placed the soup on the bedside table, turned to wet a towel with hot water, wrung it out, and then gently pulled his hand away from his forehead to place the towel there.

This time, he didn't resist, quietly allowing her to do so without even opening his eyes. From what she knew, after vomiting twice, the alcohol should have begun to wear off a bit, but he wouldn't be sober yet. Cynthia glanced at him and said,

"I made you some hangover soup. It should make you feel a bit better."

He remained silent, his eyes closed. She didn't say anything else, simply leaving the room. Behind her, Albert's closed eyes silently shed a tear, followed by a low, childlike sob.

Cynthia actually heard him, but she pretended not to, walking away without acknowledging it. After returning to her room, he no longer shouted her or Olive's names in a frenzy. Yet, she still couldn't sleep, her mind constantly wondering if he had drunk the soup and whether the towel on his forehead had gone cold.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Cynthia finally got up, tiptoed over, and quietly opened the door to his side. He had already drunk the soup and changed into a more comfortable position, the towel still pressed against his forehead.

Seeing that his breathing had become even, it seemed he had fallen asleep. She took the towel off his forehead, soaked it in water again, and replaced it. Then, she returned to her own bedroom to get some sleep.

In the same deep night, somewhere in a luxurious apartment, the woman with short, fresh hair was lying on her side in a deep sleep on the large bed. Bonnie had also drunk a lot of wine that night, and as soon as she arrived home, she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

James wiped his hair as he came out of the bathroom. The person in the bed, affected by the wine, had tossed the quilt aside. Her seductive, toned body was immediately reflected in his eyes.

His gaze suddenly darkened, and the corner of his lips curled into a meaningful smile. He threw the towel in his hand aside, moved forward to turn off the light, and pressed his strong chest against the woman's bare back.

She instinctively struggled a little but continued to fall asleep. The man, lying behind her, nestled his face into the crook of her neck and laughed softly. His large hand unintentionally reached up to her chest, kneading the soft mounds.

She unconsciously followed his movements and let out a soft hum, causing him to react physically. He pressed his body closer to hers, lifted her slightly, and kissed her on the mouth. His fingertips became more mischievous, greedily exploring her chest.

She kissed him back, breathless, her face flushed. She began to shake her head and struggle, but he quickly let go of her lips to let her breathe, fearing she might wake from the dream. He liked it when she was in this half-asleep, half-awake state, where she was more docile. It was a stark contrast to how she always glared at him when fully awake.

She took a few deep breaths and fell back into sleep. The tension in his body was palpable, wild even, as he kissed and nipped at her back, whispering her name. His large hands slowly traveled down her chest at the same time.

"Bonnie..."

"Hmm?"

She murmured tiredly as she lay on her side. The sound was unbelievably arousing in the stillness of the night.

"Say you love me."

He whispered coaxingly, his big hand moving to her upturned buttocks, pulling her panties off, and his long fingers teasing around her intimate area, wickedly playing with her. In a short while, moisture began to flow.

She couldn't resist; the love he gave her was overwhelming, and with her mind clouded by the lingering alcohol, she unconsciously followed his words.

"I love you..."

He ruthlessly pinched her buttocks, then released his own burning heat into her, deep and hard. Her body reacted with a sharp discomfort, and Bonnie violently opened her eyes to see him lying on top of her, grinning maliciously.

She roared in exasperation.

"James! What are you doing?!"

He moved violently, causing her to gasp.

"Honey, this is just punishment for not introducing me properly tonight."

Thinking of the glint of annoyance that crossed his eyes when she introduced herself to Cynthia as the Boston station manager, and looking at the situation she was in now, bonnie was about to go crazy, she reached out and pushed him as hard as she could, and

'You get out! Get out! I don't want to, I want to sleep!'

Just now in her sleep she felt someone kissing her and touching her. She thought she was dreaming, damn it, she didn't think her body would be so sensitive to his teasing! Tease had such a sensitive reaction!

'It's late!'

As soon as his words fell he pressed her hips and pumped vigorously. bonnie was so angry that she struggled desperately, poking her body forward to try to break away from him, but only puckered her little buttocks closer to him, making it easier for him to take possession of her. . having her.

On the contrary, he was still talking smack there.

'Wife, aren't you not wanting it? Then what do you mean by sending yourself over like this?'

At this moment, his other hand came from the back of her neck and kneaded her face, she was so angry that she tilted her head and bit his finger, but she didn't expect to be rewarded with even more ragged breaths and harder impacts, he even lustfully put his finger in her hand. He even erotically pumped his finger in her mouth a little, she was so ashamed that her face turned red, and she gritted her teeth and scolded him that

'James, you horny . Erotic!'

He didn't get angry at all but laughed even louder, bonnie could only lie there on her side in anger and shame to bear his demands, her body trembled with his rhythm in extreme pleasure and fell asleep in extreme tiredness.

I don't know how long he did it, but after one violent thrust after another, he released his searing seed inside her by crying out her name, and

'Make me a baby, make me a baby, bonnie-'

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