Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 267- I’m here

Although she denied it, Sandra was convinced. She was certain there was something going on between the two of them! From the softness in the station director’s eyes when he mentioned Bonnie, to the way Bonnie’s eyes darted away when Sandra brought him up, Sandra could tell without a doubt that the woman Mr. Boston had been talking about, the one who had been his wife for four years, was her superior!

"Oh no, oh no, what am I going to do now?" After coming to this conclusion, Sandra anxiously paced around. It was her first day on the job, and she had already discovered this huge secret. Wasn’t she reading too much into it?

Sigh, never mind. Since they’ve kept this relationship private for four years, there must be a reason for it. She decided it was best to turn a blind eye and pretend she didn’t know anything.

All morning, Bonnie had been busy with the security deposit issues. She had already organized and signed off on the interview tapes of her colleagues, preparing them to air in the evening news broadcast.

When the knock on the door came, Bonnie glanced at the time and realized it was already lunchtime. As she looked up, she saw his assistant walking in with a large stack of food, smiling as she approached her desk. The assistant placed the takeaway containers in front of her and respectfully said,

"Bonnie, the station director asked me to bring you lunch."

Bonnie, momentarily distracted from her chaotic work, was surprised. After snapping back to reality, she looked at the lunch in front of her, a strange feeling settling in her heart. Seeing that she didn’t speak, his assistant wisely decided to leave and made a move to exit the room.

"Um..."

Bonnie called out to stop the assistant, hesitated for a moment, then asked,

"Has... he eaten?"

The assistant frowned thoughtfully before answering,

"He probably hasn’t. The station director has been swamped this morning. He only remembered to have me order the food, but didn’t mention anything else."

Hearing this, Bonnie felt even more troubled. It felt like something was blocking her chest, but she didn’t know how to relieve it. She waved her hand at the assistant.

"It’s fine, thank you..."

The assistant, still smiling, lowered his head and left, but his eyes were filled with cunning. The station director was truly wise—he had managed to steer the conversation in such a way that Bonnie would ask about his meal, and had already instructed his assistant to give such a response in advance, almost like a well-planned tactic.

After the assistant left, Bonnie sat there, biting her lip, staring at the food for a long time. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed his number, quickly getting all her words out in one breath,

"Your assistant brought too much food. I can’t finish it by myself. Do you want to eat together?"

After saying this, she suddenly felt much clearer in her heart. She let out a soft sigh of relief, and then heard his low laugh on the other end, followed by his cheerful voice,

"Sure!"

Outside the director’s office, the new assistant was munching on some takeaway food. She couldn’t cook and didn’t feel like going out for a meal, so she had to rely on this fast food to fill her stomach.

Just as she was eating with greasy fingers, she suddenly saw the tall and handsome station director walking in. In her excitement, she jumped up from her seat, stammering to greet him, forgetting how unpresentable she looked at the moment.

The station director only glanced sideways at the junk food on her desk, then smiled and said,

"Stop eating those unhealthy things!"

Then he gracefully entered the director’s office, leaving her alone to bask in his considerate words. After the excitement, she was left to mourn over her unflattering appearance.

Bonnie had just finished arranging the food when he walked in, a large smile on his face, clearly in a good mood. The sleeves of his dark blue shirt were slightly rolled up, as if he had just taken a break from his busy work. He looked calm and wise.

His gaze towards her was intense and fiery, making her heart skip a beat. She quickly turned around to pour him a glass of water. He, however, was perfectly at ease, sitting gracefully on the sofa opposite her.

They sat there facing each other in silence for a moment. The atmosphere felt strangely still, and she suddenly didn’t know what to say. She handed him the chopsticks and buried her head in her food.

The food was all her favorites. He ate as elegantly as ever, while she, for some reason, kept losing her composure and almost choked a few times. Luckily, he handed her water just in time.

The more he silently treated her with kindness and patience, the more she felt uncomfortable, guilty, and hurt for him.

As they neared the end of the meal, he spoke lightly,

"Are you planning to air the news about the security deposit tonight?"

"Mm..."

She nodded seriously, but her gaze held a hint of hesitation. After all, the matter involved some darker sides of the political world, and she knew the higher-ups had spoken with him about it.

He immediately saw the hesitation in her eyes. He put down his utensils and gently said,

"Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

His eyes were full of determination and encouragement, and it made Bonnie relax. She felt herself relying on him completely, believing that he would shield her from everything. She looked at him and softly uttered a single word,

"Mm..."

He didn’t say more but gave her one last deep look before heading back to his office. Everyone returned to their workstations. As the afternoon went on, Bonnie felt inexplicably happy. She couldn’t stop smiling, which eventually led her assistant to ask,

"Bonnie, what are you laughing about?"

She looked completely confused,

"I’m not laughing, am I? Am I really laughing?"

Her assistant secretly rolled her eyes and turned to her desk, pulling out a small mirror and handing it to Bonnie. When Bonnie looked into the mirror, she saw a radiant smile on her face, bright like a peach blossom. She couldn’t help but awkwardly drop her smile.

That evening, when it was time for the live broadcast, everyone gathered in the studio. He was there, she was there, and Cynthia, as the producer, was naturally present. All eyes were focused on tonight’s broadcast.