Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.

Since none of them wanted this wedding to happen, she was determined to make it a reality! Even though she told herself every day to face everything calmly, she still harbored resentment towards the Lancaster family, especially towards William S. Lancaster.

Her long, sleek black hair fell in a middle parting beside her flawless cheeks, with bright eyes and pearly teeth that were strikingly beautiful. Paired with her pure white blouse, she exuded an otherworldly charm that was both stunning and enchanting.

However, her words made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"What do you have to show your sincerity?"

Just days ago, she had coldly told him that Doreen was the best fit for him, and now she suddenly claimed she wanted to marry right away. The rapid shift in her attitude inevitably made him think, wondering if she was just saying this to provoke some other man.

A slight blush flickered in her eyes, quickly replaced by determination.

"I don't have anything right now, just this body. It's young and seems quite voluptuous. If you don't mind, then take it!"

He remained silent, squinting his eyes as he stared at her intently.

She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to remove the purity ring from her ring finger and handed it to him. He understood her meaning immediately; his long fingers brushed over the ring as he smiled with a devilish charm.

"Tomorrow night at eight, Shengshi 808. I'll be waiting for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ring flew from his fingertips in a parabolic arc, landing coldly in the dense grass, burying all her hopes.

Her heart sank into a bottomless abyss. Biting her lip, she managed to say with some difficulty,

"Um… can we change it to the night after tomorrow? I… have something on tomorrow night…"

Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had to work in the evening…

Albert Wilson was somewhat irritated but couldn't help but admire the woman's courage; she could actually bargain with him over such a matter! She was eerily calm!

He took a step closer, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, his strong masculine scent enveloping her completely.

"Well then… see you the night after tomorrow!"

He said it casually before turning around and leaving without looking back. She stood alone beneath the blooming locust trees, a lonely smile on her face, her expression cold and desolate, allowing her sharp nails to dig into her skin inch by inch…

As the clock approached eight that evening, she received a call from an unknown number. It was a man's voice, warm as a spring breeze, but the words he spoke sent a chill through her heart.

"Hello, Miss Lancaster, I'm the driver for the vice president. He asked me to pick you up!"

At that moment, she was hiding with Bonnie in a secluded corner of the school playground, drinking. They had bought a bunch of canned beer from the school store and sneaked away to the playground, as two girls walking down the street with a pile of alcohol would be a bit too bold…

The man's words sobered her slightly from her tipsy state.

"No need, I'll go myself!"

She quickly hung up the phone, fearing that in her drunken courage, she might say something like she didn't want to go.

Although she knew it was almost time for their appointment at eight, she remained hidden there, selfishly hoping that with all the beautiful women around him, he would forget about her. If he didn't mention it, she absolutely wouldn't go tonight.

Grabbing a can of beer in her hand, she tilted her head back and gulped it down, hoping that if she got drunk, she wouldn't have to watch herself sell her body like a prostitute.

Bonnie watched her drink can after can of beer as if it were plain water, her face filled with concern.

"Cynthia, I'm begging you. If something's bothering you, can't you just talk about it?"

Getting herself drunk like this would only hurt her in the end. But she also knew that she wasn't the kind of person who opened up easily. As long as she could bear it, she stubbornly refused to say a word.

"Laurence, I'm fine. I'm leaving now!"

Cynthia tossed the empty can away, stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and floated away. Bonnie could only helplessly sigh as she watched her lonely figure disappear.

In the hotel lobby, a man in black was already waiting. His smile was as warm as his voice. When he saw her enter, he politely stepped forward to greet her. She thought to herself that Albert Wilson was truly wasting talent; such an outstanding man was being used as a driver.

In fact, the man in black was Jim, Albert Wilson's driver, bodyguard, and assistant. Albert Wilson was extremely insecure about people; aside from a few brothers, Jim was the only one by his side for many years, along with his flamboyant assistant and secretary, Long Yi.

Room 808—a very auspicious number—but for Cynthia, it was an extremely terrifying nightmare.

Standing by the door, she reached out to cover her face with her hands and took a deep breath before raising her hand to knock. There was no response from inside. She turned the handle and found the door was open. Holding her breath, she slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

At that moment, her heart was filled with fear, unease, and trembling, along with countless emotions that were difficult to describe...

In the room, he stood by the bar, holding a glass of wine. He was tall and elegant, clad in a pure white hotel bathrobe, looking like a character straight out of a comic book—charming and sophisticated, yet undeniably masculine.

He glanced at her, took a graceful sip of his drink, and said in an extremely familiar tone,

"Welcome!"

She was wearing a pure black shirt and slender jeans, the style surprisingly identical to the white one she had worn yesterday. She certainly had a lot of quirks, buying two of the same outfit—no, maybe several. Perhaps she had bought them in other colors as well.

She stood quietly there, clearly feeling awkward but trying to appear calm. He suddenly curved his lips and chuckled softly. Why did he find her like this... oddly cute?

Cynthia made a strong effort to remain composed as she stepped inside. The thick carpet made her steps feel light, and his suggestive attire made her cheeks flush. He unexpectedly laughed again…

Suddenly, her feet felt weak, and she stumbled forward. He was quick to step in and catch her, and she fell directly into his strong embrace. His deep laughter echoed above her head. She felt slightly annoyed; he must think she was throwing herself at him.

Her slender body was completely enveloped in his arms, her small face pressed against his broad chest. The fresh scent from his recent shower, mixed with his masculine fragrance, overwhelmed her senses, and all her composure evaporated, leaving her face feeling fiery hot.

Even if she was usually calm and composed, she was ultimately just an inexperienced girl. Before she could even react, she heard his slightly husky voice whispering in her ear,

"If you're so nervous, let's have a drink to lighten the mood!"

He tilted his head back, took a sip of his drink, and then, with a dominating move, kissed her.

Then, his hot lips and tongue swiftly pried open her tightly closed teeth with a force that caught her off guard. The fiery liquid flowed straight down her throat into her stomach, and some of the alcohol dripped onto her lips. He extended his tongue, teasingly licking it clean, before shifting his lips to hers, delicately tracing the shape of her beautiful mouth.

She had never experienced such advanced seduction techniques. Nervous and ashamed, the only thing she could do was grip the collar of his bathrobe tightly, stiffly enduring his kiss.

With a sudden "rip," the silence of the room was broken as he tore open her shirt, the round buttons scattering everywhere. She looked at him in horror, her eyes reflecting pure fear.

Albert Wilson had initially wanted to take things slow so as not to scare her, but he didn't expect that once he kissed her, he wouldn't be able to stop. He didn't know if it was the intoxicating scent of alcohol on her lips or her own natural fragrance that had him drunk with desire. In any case, he threw down the wine glass, pulled her into his arms, and collapsed onto the bed.

Aside from the initial flicker of panic in her eyes, she put up little resistance afterward. She must have realized she had no way out; instead, she bit her lip tightly, trying not to let any sultry sounds escape during his teasing.

He buried himself in her, exploring every inch of her body without holding back. Few women could endure such fiery passion, yet she remained stubbornly silent, refusing to make a sound. Eventually, he had no choice but to give up; if he continued, he might end up exploding from the pent-up desire that had already arisen within him.

When he entered her, she winced in pain, her brows tightly furrowed, and her lips bit down so hard they showed signs of bruising. He paused his movements, frowning as he said,

"If it hurts, just cry out. A woman being a little dramatic for her first time isn't shameful!"