Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)
Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Drunk

The next second, Ainsley moved her hand away as if she had touched a hot potato. "Are

you that ***?"

"***?" Manuel frowned slightly and realized that she might be talking about him.

He sighed and said lovingly, "Yes, I'm a ***. The ***is here to pick you up."

"No, I have no home," she muttered.

Manuel's eyes focused and he said gently, "Aisy, you have a home."

****, leave me alone. You can take care of your Ms. Wade," Ainsley murmured. She didn't know what she was saying. She narrowed her eyes and said slowly. Manuel knew that she was drunk and quickly helped her up. "I'll take you home."

He pulled Ainsley out of the bar, but when he wanted to put Ainsley into the back seat, he was refused.

She didn't want to get in the car. Then, she slumped to the ground and looked at Manuel

with tears in her eyes.

At that moment, Manuel's heart melted. He helped Ainsley up. "Then we won't take the car. This place is not too far from your home. How about walking back?"

His voice was slow and gentle simply because the person in front of him was Ainsley.

This place was the most bustling street. It was empty in the street at 2 am. Ainsley's

shadow was reflected in the dim streetlight.

"I am a painter. I'm good at painting...

You hurt me and still laughed it off..."

Ainsley held Manuel's hand and couldn't stand steadily. She kept singing.

As she sang, she laughed wildly. "****, Manuel."

"You like Irene, right? Since you like her, why did you mess with me again and again?"

Ainsley asked loudly.

Get o

"Aisy, I don't like her."

eyes.

Ainsley immediately puckered her lips and looked at Manuel with tears in her

"Liar, I heard everything you had said in the bar. You just like her and don't like me."

At this moment, Ainsley was like an immature young girl. She wouldn't show this side of hers in the past.

When Manuel heard what Ainsley said, he was stunned. It turned out that she had been.

in the bar since then.

He was flustered. Fortunately, Ainsley was not sober.

He took Ainsley's hand and said gently, "Aisy, there are some things that I can't tell you now, but please believe me."

Ainsley put her arms around his arm and sobbed, "Is everything that has happened before fake? If you don't love me, why did you hit the car that wanted to harm me? I don't believe it!"

Manuel did not answer. He was sad and self-condemned. He wanted to explain everything to Ainsley, but he just bit his tongue.

He couldn't bear to look at Ainsley like this. Ainsley's eyes were filled with sorrow. It was something that Ainsley had never had when she was sober.

"I feel so cold, Manuel. I'm so cold!" She cried out and put her arms around her shoulders, trembling.

Manuel quickly took off his coat and put it on her. "Aisy, are you still feeling cold?"

The coat that had just been taken off still carried Manuel's warmth. Ainsley's originally uneasy expression eased when she smelled the familiar scent. The faint scent of cedar in the coat belonged to Manuel exclusively.

Ainsley shook Manuel's hand back and forth as if she were a child who had just been picked up from school unless it was 2 am now.

On the bridge, the sea breeze blew on Ainsley's face. She had drunk a lot and got wasted, holding the man beside her tightly. "Manuel, my thigh hurts."

Manuel's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at Ainsley's thigh as if he had thought of something. "Why does it hurt?"

He cracked a bitter smile.

Ainsley unconsciously shed tears and put her right hand on her thigh. Manuel remembered that there was a scar on the position of her thigh.

People would speak subconsciously when they were unconscious. The most embarrassing memory was buried in the deepest place of one's mind and would never be drawn out normally, but when he got drunk, he would say it subconsciously.

Manuel was afraid that when the most painful memory was drawn from the depths of Ainsley's mind, she would replace that everything was not what she thought. What should

she do? Could she face him?

"Aisy, will you believe me?" He asked nervously.

"I can't. Those are all lies." Ainsley shook her head.

It was cold and frosty at night. Ainsley stopped after walking for a while. She dizzily leaned her head against Manuel's arm. "I can't walk anymore. I'm home. I wanna sleep."

As she spoke, she slowly closed her eyes and intended to lie on the ground. Manuel hurriedly stopped her.

"We haven't been home yet, Aisy."

Ainsley closed her eyes and did not want to stand up again. Manuel had to carry her.

She obediently leaned against Manuel's back. "Why are you giving her what you only gave me now?"

Manuel was stunned for a moment before understanding what Ainsley said, but he did

not answer.

He walked step by step and felt his back was a little moist. Sure enough, he heard

Ainsley sobbing. "Aisy."

He called out worriedly, but Ainsley did not answer him.

"Why did you give it to her after giving it to me?" she murmured.

In the end, Manuel still didn't say anything. It wasn't the right time yet. He had planned this for so long, so there definitely couldn't be any mistakes.

"Who are you? You smell the same as him." Ainsley said a few more words vaguely, but

Manuel only heard that.

He didn't speak again, feeling that the stone in his heart was getting heavier and

heavier.

Manuel would never forget that night. His most beloved girl lay on his back and asked, "Why did you give it to her after giving it to me?"

When he returned to Matteo's home, he only knocked on the door twice before he heard someone come over to open the door. "Aisy, why did you come back so late? And you didn't bring the key..." "Why are you here?" Matteo frowned slightly. He did not want to see Manuel and

Ainsley look intimate. In particular, Manuel was carrying Ainsley on his back.

Manuel didn't know how to explain why he went to the bar to pick Ainsley up. He thought for a moment and said, "Aisy and Lainey went to the bar to relax. My friend

found them, so I quickly took her home."

Although maybe he explained it very seriously, they might not want to hear the truth.

Some things had been destined from the beginning.

Matteo frowned and pulled Ainsley away. "Thank you, Mr. Gage. I will treat you to a meal another day. Now I have to take care of my sister, so please leave now."

Manuel hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Easton, don't tell her that I took her

home."

Matteo did not understand what Manuel meant, but he still nodded.

"Where is Manuel?" Irene angrily threw out the hangover soup.

Clara said with distress, "Ms. Wade, you have drunk a lot. You should have some hangover soup."