Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 25 - -new life

As her gaze wandered, it locked onto a pair of pained eyes—Vincent's. He had been watching her with that same expression all night. Finally seeing his pain, why did she feel an indescribable sadness in her heart?

At that moment, they stood amidst the bustling crowd, quietly gazing at each other. They had both once dreamed of this lively wedding, yet in the end, he was not her beloved, and she was not his bride.

Perhaps now, the best way to describe them was through a song by Liang Jingru: "Unfortunately, it's not you who stays with me until the end..."

She suppressed the surging emotions within her, turned her head dejectedly, only to suddenly meet the silent, scrutinizing gazes of the three men, their eyes sharp like hawks, as if trying to pierce through her heart. Feeling a bit flustered, she quickly averted her gaze.

"I'm a bit tired; I'll take my leave now!"

"Cynthia!"

Before she could take a step, an energetic old man approached her with a beaming smile, his dark red Tang suit perfectly accentuating his commanding presence.

She recognized the old man—Albert Wilson had just introduced him as his adoptive father. At first, she had wondered why his biological parents weren't present; now she understood he was an orphan.

The old man seemed quite amusing, always calling him JC, which made him furious, yet there was nothing he could do about it. The three men clearly looked like they were on the verge of losing their minds from the old man's antics.

Seeing only her, the old man frowned and asked, "Where is JC?"

His voice was powerful and commanding.

"He went to the restroom!" she replied casually after a moment of thought. The old man shot a suspicious glare at the three men, but they all remained silent. She felt puzzled; what was going on with them? They clearly noticed the old man's displeasure, yet they didn't try to smooth things over.

The old man immediately understood something and shouted at them, "Call him back! What kind of wedding is it to leave the bride all alone?"

The three men exchanged glances, clearly distressed, and then...

"I have something urgent at the office; I'll be leaving first!" Geraint said flatly, turning to leave.

"Cynthia, you chat with the old man; I have a date with a beauty, so I'll be off!" The klutz smiled ingratiatingly before vanishing in a flash.

"Cynthia, the hotel has developed a new dish; I'm going up to taste it!" Carbles said politely, nodding at her before walking away without a change in expression.

They completely left the old man behind, who stomped his feet in anger but had no way to deal with them. He could only turn back to comfort her, saying, "Come, come, Cynthia, let's sit down and chat. JC will probably be back soon!"

The old man seemed to think she would be upset about Albert Wilson's departure, so he kindly came over to console her. Feeling embarrassed, she couldn't refuse, so she followed him to find a seat. He went on and on about Albert Wilson's preferences, speaking with great enthusiasm, while she listened with dwindling interest.

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By the time the banquet ended, Albert still hadn't returned. Fortunately, with the old man there to smooth things over, she didn't feel too awkward, ignoring the mocking smiles of Grace Lancaster and Doreen Lancaster.

After it was over, she planned to take a taxi back to her small apartment, but the old man insisted on putting her in Jim's car. She felt a bit resistant; she wasn't sure if the old man understood the true nature of their marriage, but it was clear he was intent on pairing her with Albert Wilson.

Jim seemed to notice her discomfort...

"Miss Lancaster, why don't you stay at the vice president's residence tonight? There's a pack of watchful media lurking around!"

Hearing this, she looked in the rearview mirror and indeed saw a group of people waiting for an opportunity. With no other choice, she had to leave in Jim's car.

His sudden departure from the wedding had already sparked speculation from the outside. Everyone was watching this Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family with great interest, and if she didn't even go to his residence tonight, tomorrow's newspapers would be buzzing with rumors.

After a long day, it finally came to an end. She leaned back in her seat, rubbing her throbbing forehead. The dim streetlights outside illuminated her heavily made-up face, which looked gaunt and alarming.

After several twists and turns, the car entered an imposing and luxurious mansion. Only then did she realize that his residence, like hers, was located in the inland area of the city, just a few streets away from her small apartment.

Yet, this was the difference; sometimes just a wall apart, one side belonged to the opulent upper class while the other was a slum.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she casually asked, "Why doesn't he live in a high-end villa by the sea?"

Isn't it typical for rich people like him to purchase lavish seaside apartments? Why would he choose to live in this inland area? But judging by the appearance of this mansion, it must be quite valuable. This place is located in the CBD core of the city, and the land alone would cost a fortune.

Moreover, for someone like him to have built such a grand mansion on that land, she couldn't even estimate the area but could tell at a glance that it stretched out beyond her sight. With its golden and resplendent decor, it probably cost around a hundred million.

Upon hearing her words, Jim's expression suddenly grew serious.

"Miss Lancaster, please don't mention the sea in front of the vice president; he's very sensitive about it!"

She was taken aback for a moment but soon regained her composure. So he had his weaknesses; she had thought he was invincible. Was he afraid of the sea because he didn't know how to swim?

Thinking this, she couldn't help but smile. Jim seemed to have guessed her thoughts and, feeling a bit flustered, defended his boss.

"Stop overthinking!"

After driving through the entrance, she caught sight of a splendidly lit mansion from a distance. They drove for quite a while before finally stopping in front of the luxurious residence.

The Lancaster family's villa was also luxurious, but the scene before her left her stunned. In front of the mansion was a massive swimming pool, its surface shimmering under the night lights, exuding a tranquil glow.

The entire mansion felt like an imperial palace from ancient times, with a neatly dressed middle-aged man leading a group of servants to welcome them.

The middle-aged man approached with a warm smile and opened the car door for her. As soon as she stepped out, he deeply bowed to her, saying, "Good evening, madam!"

The group behind him also bowed in unison, exclaiming, "Good evening, madam!"

The unfamiliar title made her feel uncomfortable. She awkwardly greeted them, "Hello!"

When the middle-aged man looked up and saw her heavily made-up face, he seemed startled for a moment but quickly returned to his usual warm demeanor, introducing himself.

"I'm the butler here; my last name is Wilson. You can call me Fredy!"

She forced a smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The butler was quite familiar for someone she had just met; she didn't think they were close enough for her to call him Fredy.

Jim's mouth twitched as he tried to intervene in the middle-aged man's chatter, saying helplessly, "Alright, Fredy, hurry up and take Miss Lancaster inside to rest!"

"Oh, right, you're right..."

As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, he quickly patted his head and turned to her with an apologetic smile, saying, "Madam, I'm sorry. I tend to be a bit chatty; please don't mind me!"

She smiled politely, then followed him inside. The dazzling golden decor made her feel dizzy, and the butler was still chattering away in her ear,

"The first floor has the gym and screening room; the second floor has the bedrooms and study..."

She wasn't in the mood to listen; there was no need for her to know this place since she wouldn't be living here. Feeling a headache coming on, she interrupted him,

"Fredy I'm sorry, but I'd like to know where my bedroom is."

"Oh, the bedroom—please, follow me!"

The butler beamed and quickly led her upstairs.

When he opened the bedroom door, she was greeted by an overwhelming sea of red that nearly blinded her: bright red curtains, red bed sheets, and red double happiness symbols stuck to the glass. There was no doubt this was the work of the butler; she didn't think Albert Wilson would be this tacky.

Behind her, the butler's enthusiastic voice chimed in,

"Madam, I've already prepared the bathwater for you. Please take a bath and rest!"

A wave of annoyance washed over her; he really was excessively fussy, but he was quite suited to be a butler.

"Thank you!"

She turned back with a polite smile, thanked him, and then closed the door.