Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 201 - - indefinite leave

Albert carried Olive to the bedroom, where Cynthia was sound asleep, lying on her side with her back toward them. Olive leaned in close, giggling as she watched her for a long moment. Just as she was about to reach out and touch her face, Albert cleared his throat sharply to stop her.

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She withdrew her hand sheepishly and carefully crawled to the other side of the bed. Like a slippery little eel, she wriggled under the covers. Albert wanted to call her back, but she patted the empty spot beside her and whispered,

"Daddy, come over here too. Let's sleep together!"

He found himself at a loss, and after hesitating for a moment, he gave in. Lifting a corner of the blanket, he slid in beside her. Extending an arm, he gently pulled the two women—one big and one small—into his embrace. The feeling was... perfect.

Nestled between her parents, Olive felt an overwhelming sense of safety and wholeness. Excitedly, she kept rolling back and forth. Alarmed, Albert quickly held her still. She stuck out her tongue playfully at him, then burrowed into his arms. Whispering softly into his ear, she asked,

"Daddy, do you love me?"

Her question made Albert laugh, and without hesitation, he replied,

"Of course I do!"

Olive beamed with satisfaction, cupped his face with her small hands, and gave him several kisses. Then, giggling, she said,

"I love you too!"

Albert's heart melted on the spot. At that moment, he wished he could pull both of these women into his very soul and cherish them forever. Although the older one was a bit stubborn, at least the younger one was so considerate, bringing some much-needed comfort to his scarred and battered heart.

Olive's bright eyes darted around as she pondered something, then she asked,

"Daddy, do you love Mommy too?"

"Of course... I do..."

Albert's voice carried a tinge of sadness. How could he not love her? If he didn't, what was the point of everything he did, day after day?

Olive nodded seriously, as if she understood the importance of what she was saying. "Mm, Daddy, I love Mommy too!"

Albert was once again moved by Olive's innocent words, a pang of bittersweetness settling in his heart.

He loved Olive and Cynthia; Olive loved him too. But what about her? Four years ago, he was certain she loved him, even though she had never said it. Her eyes and actions could never lie.

But now?

Now, with her happiness and a new man—Wilson—by her side, did she still love him? The prayer for clarity in his heart began to crack, as reality settled in.

After lying on the bed for a while with them, Albert finally took Olive out, worried that the little one's restlessness might wake Cynthia.

Especially since Olive had mischievously reached out her small hand to touch Cynthia's chest. He had grown used to Olive's behavior, but Cynthia, half-asleep, turned and swatted Olive away, mumbling lazily, "Olive, go away. Mommy needs to sleep!"

Then, as she flipped over, the neckline of her nightgown shifted, exposing a generous view of her chest. Albert's throat went dry, and he quickly scooped Olive up and fled the room, rushing to the bathroom to take a cold shower. After getting dressed, he took Olive downstairs for breakfast.

As she ate, she blinked up at him and asked, "Daddy, don't you know how to cook?" He cleared his throat awkwardly, "No..."

He hadn't forgotten the time when she was sick, and he tried to cook for her but nearly burned down her small kitchen in the process. Olive pouted, clearly unimpressed with him.

"But Hardy can cook! He often makes meals for Mommy and me, hehe..."

As she finished speaking, Olive looked at his face and noticed his expression darkening. She immediately broke into an awkward chuckle.

He glared at her, his voice stern as he said,

"Olive Wilson, don't ever mention him in front of me again!"

"Why not?"

The little girl, fearless as always, asked. She didn't like the way he spoke of Hardy. Hardy was always nice to her, and she really liked him.

Albert, full of frustration, replied,

"Because he's Daddy's rival!"

She weakly asked,

"What's a rival?"

Albert felt a headache coming on.

"A rival is someone who competes with Daddy for Mommy!"

His explanation caused Olive's eyes to cloud with tears.

"Then... then am I also Daddy's rival? Because I'm also competing with Daddy for Mommy. Daddy, don't be so mean to me, woo woo..."

What should have been a pleasant meal ended up like this.

Seeing the tears almost ready to spill from her eyes, Albert quickly scrambled to comfort her.

"Olive is Daddy's precious treasure, how could she be a rival? When Daddy talks about rivals, he's talking about adults, understand?"

Oh my god, how could there be such a little crybaby? He thought to himself that Olive must have been sent by heaven to punish him and Cynthia. Punish them for being so stubborn and cold-hearted, and in return, they got such a delicate, tearful little one to torment them.

On his way back after breakfast with Olive, Albert suddenly received a call from Monica. To his surprise, he heard his usually beautiful and proud secretary crying nonstop on the other end. He frowned and asked,

"What's going on?"

There were few people who could make his strong-willed secretary cry.

Through her sobs, Monica angrily said,

"Boss, I'm applying for leave—indefinitely! If you can't accept that, then you can hire another secretary. I can't do this anymore!"

Before Albert could respond, she hung up the phone angrily. He held the phone, shaking his head helplessly. He could almost guess what had happened. But still, this was too audacious. This wasn't a subordinate asking for time off; it was essentially skipping work without permission. He, as the boss, hadn't even approved it.

He dialed his assistant's phone and waited for the call to connect, thinking to himself that he'd need to establish a new rule when he got back: No office romances!

When the phone connected, he heard things crashing and clattering on the other end, followed by Jim's voice, furious and panicked.

"What happened? Did you eat her?"

"Damn woman went missing on me!"

Jim's voice was filled with frustration and anger. After spending the night indulging, he woke up to find the woman had disappeared, leaving him only a note that read: *Jim, I'll never forgive you. From now on, BGIG—if I'm in, you're out; if you're in, I'm out!*

The note was filled with venom, and her attitude was arrogant. Jim thought it must be because he hadn't been vigorous enough the night before. He should have made her so sore she couldn't get out of bed today. But last night, seeing how tired she was, he only went for it once before letting her off. Now, he realized that was a huge mistake.

Albert silently chuckled. In truth, Monica wasn't completely heartless towards Jim. If she were, given her personality, she would have chopped Jim up this morning instead of running away in a panic, crying.

He rubbed his forehead and sat on a bench in the community square, his gaze following Olive, who was happily playing with other children not far away.

"She says she wants indefinite leave. What happens to her work during this time?"

There was a long pause on the other end, and Jim's gritted voice finally came through.

"I—I'll—do—it!"