Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 273- I don’t want a baby

Cynthia’s sudden display of weakness caused Albert’s expression to soften slightly. In truth, he wasn’t angry because she refused to quit her job, nor was he upset because she had accidentally hurt his foot. What really angered him was that when he had asked her to help him take a bath, she had refused without hesitation.

Although his request wasn’t entirely innocent, her refusal to take care of him hurt him deeply. If he had truly been gravely injured today, unable to move, would she just leave him like this, with no concern at all?

Despite her beautiful body teasing him from behind, he still held his composure and asked her in a low voice, "When we got married, what did you swear in front of the priest? If I were truly hurt today and couldn’t move, would you leave me like this? Couldn’t you even help me take a bath?"

Hearing him say this, Cynthia shivered slightly. That sunny afternoon, the vows spoken before the altar suddenly resurfaced in her mind. The priest’s resonant voice echoed in the quiet church: 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Cynthia, do you take Albert as your lawful husband, to live with him according to the teachings of the Bible, to be one with him in the eyes of God, to love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him as you would yourself? Whether he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, will you remain loyal to him until death do you part?"

She had always thought she would forget everything from that wedding, but now, to her surprise, she could remember every single word of that vow as clearly as if it had just happened.

Of course, hearing him remind her like this, she immediately understood why he was upset. But... wasn’t he asking her to help him take a bath just to tease her? So, feeling uneasy, she pressed her little face closer to his back and softly said, "I’m sorry, Albert. I thought... I thought you were just teasing me when you asked me to help you take a bath..."

Albert gritted his teeth and sighed in silence, because, yes, his original intention had been to tease her. However, as his emotions got the better of him, he had started thinking about the future and all sorts of things.

The little woman behind him, however, couldn’t stop talking.

"I’ve saved your life several times. How could I abandon you? When you were injured and unconscious, who was the one taking care of you every day? You still treat me like this..."

At this point, her voice quivered, and she even began to sob. When Albert heard her mention the days when she had cared for him while he was injured and unconscious, he wasn’t sure what he felt. Without thinking, he turned off the faucet, spun around, and grabbed her by the shoulders, asking, "You took care of me every day? Why did you never say anything?"

How could he have known? No one had ever told him. He had always thought that when she came to treat him, she would just finish and leave. But the tears in Cynthia’s eyes grew fiercer. At first, she hadn’t wanted him to know that she still had feelings for him after he woke up, so she had asked those who knew not to tell him. Over time, she gradually forgot and felt there was no need to mention it. As a woman who deeply loved him, she believed such things didn’t need to be brought up—they were just things she should do.

Seeing her cry like that, Albert’s anger instantly vanished. He thought back to what she had said earlier about taking care of him during his coma, and without a word, he pulled her into his arms, constantly blaming himself.

"I’m sorry, Cynthia. I shouldn’t have misunderstood you for not taking care of me..."

What was wrong with him tonight? Why was he obsessing over whether she loved him enough?

Cynthia wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest as she softly said, "Albert, don’t say sorry. It’s my fault for not doing better, which made you think this way..."

In that moment, the situation became somewhat chaotic and intimate. He was completely naked, and her clothes were soaked. Given the circumstances, it would have been hard for them not to act on their emotions. Before either of them knew it, they were tightly embracing and kissing.

It seemed that when she said she hadn’t done well enough, he smiled mischievously and whispered in her ear, "If you gave me another child, you’d be perfect..."

Her face flushed with embarrassment, trying to pull away, but he relentlessly leaned in, nipping at her delicate earlobe. His teasing caused her to let out a soft moan involuntarily, her body betraying her as she gave in to the sensation.

Her enticing sounds ignited the desire hidden within him. His heated kisses trailed down from her ear to her smooth neck, across her sensual collarbones, and then under her soaked nightgown, toward the budding softness of her body...

The nightgown she wore was already a seductive V-neck, so low it seemed like her full breasts might spill out at any moment from beneath the minimal fabric. Albert’s eyes instantly ignited with heat. With swift movements, he stripped her soaked nightgown off, then grabbed a towel from the nearby counter to hastily wipe them both down. Without hesitation, he scooped her up and marched toward the bedroom.

Cynthia, still lost in the haze of his kiss, was almost completely overwhelmed by her desires. However, she was still concerned about his foot injury and tugged at his sleeve, calling out, "Albert, your foot injury—"

He ignored her and pressed her into the king-sized bed, kissing her as he whispered in her ear, "When did you buy this nightgown?"

"Early... a long time ago..." she replied, her face reddening to the roots of her ears as she helplessly received his touch, panting while trying to answer.

Once, when she and Bonnie were shopping, they saw this nightgown. Originally, she had encouraged Bonnie to buy it to wear for James. But then Bonnie, upset with her, turned the tables and urged her to buy it instead. After some back-and-forth, the two of them ended up each buying one—hers in a rich purple, and Bonnie’s in black.

"From now on, buy them like this..." he murmured, laughing softly. Then, with a swift movement, he thrust into her already wet body, causing her to moan deeply in pleasure. She let out a gasp, then raised her hand to pound his hard chest.

"I’m not going to..." she muttered, feigning resistance.

She wasn’t that naïve. Dressed like this, she wouldn’t just be worn out by him every day. Tonight, if it weren’t for wanting to coax him a little, she wouldn’t have worn it. But unexpectedly, after she put it on, he had been angry, refusing to even look at her. She had taken matters into her own hands and rushed into the bathroom, offering herself to him.

He turned her sideways, holding her face-to-face, then leaned down to suck on her soft breast while driving into her with deep thrusts. With each movement, he reached the deepest part of her, and she responded, gripping his body, sinking deeper with him.

He manipulated her soft body, folding her into various positions that made her blush. He entered her continuously, claiming her, spoiling her. In the heat of the moment, he pulled her close, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he repeated over and over, "Cynthia, give me another child! I missed Olive growing up. Give me another, and we’ll raise her together. Let me be there for you and our baby through everything, okay?"

"No, no, I don’t want a baby..." she whispered, closing her eyes and shaking her head, pretending not to hear his pleas.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to give him another child, but she doesn’t dare to. When she was pregnant with Olive that year, she endured those hardships alone in Australia. Now, every time she thinks about it, she feels scared.

And the struggle of raising a child on her own—though Quinn was with her at the time—he was not the man she truly wanted to rely on. There were so many things, so many experiences, so many feelings, that she had to silently bear on her own.

But Cynthia, those four years, you only felt that the days were unbearable because he wasn’t by your side. Now that you have a beloved companion, maybe those pains and struggles you once thought you couldn’t survive will transform into something sweet.

When he finally reached the peak, she pounded on him, shouting for him to pull out. But his force was overwhelming and unyielding, and she couldn’t move him at all. She just lay there, allowing him to plant his seed within her.

He buried his head against her body, trying to calm his breath. In anger, she pushed him off her, then turned over, burying her face in the pillow and sobbing.