Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)
Chapter 449

Chapter 449 The Day Before the Carnival

Kaliyah was like a machine turned on. Even though Cason did not give any reaction, she was still talking

about the schedule she had made.

However, Cason was holding a document, and his mind was somewhere else. His expression was solemn and tangled as if he was in a dilemma.

Although Kaliyah was trying to justify herself, she was paying attention to the change in Cason's expression

from the corner of her eye.

She misunderstood Cason's expression as a sign that he had heard her and was thinking of her suggestions. She immediately lost herself.

In the end, she spoke until her **************was dry. Only then did Cason give a faint reply, "It's too late. Let's talk

about it tomorrow."

Kaliyah didn't think too much about it. She was already at her limit for staying awake till so late.

Her eyelids were heavy, and she was fighting her sleepiness all the time. Fatigue had written all over her

body.

Not long after she lay on the bed, she fell asleep.

Perhaps she had drunk too much coffee at night. In the middle of the night, Kaliyah suddenly woke up and regained her clarity in the blink of an eye.

She felt agitated, but she was afraid that she would wake up Cason, so she carefully turned over.

The moonlight shone through the curtains and shone on Cason, who was curling up on the bed. He looked lonely. Kaliyah stared at him blankly. She suddenly had an idea that she should not have but could not

control.

The more she knew that she shouldn't do that, the more she couldn't control herself. Humans always couldn't

hold back their ideas.

Kaliyah slowly got up from the bed and took her phone into the bathroom. She had done such a stupid thing. before and even angered Cason because of that.

Kaliyah took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was haggard, and she felt that she

was about to become a sallow old woman that no man would like.

Before she gave birth to the child, she had warned herself not to become that kind of woman. However, she

was about to become one only after less than 2 months of delivery.

She thought of how Cason secretly hid in the study to watch the photos of Ainsley, how he hid her photo in the office, and how he watched the interview about Ainsley over and over again. Perhaps what happened today was just a spark. Even without it, there would be something else to drive Kaliyah to do what she was gonna do next.

After all, the pressure in her heart was very big, so big that she could not even breathe. She was about to

suffocate and must do something to distract her attention.

Kaliyah sat on the toilet and dialed a number after thinking for a long while. She waited nervously for the call

to be connected.

*******************? Who is that?" The voice on the other side of the line was particularly gentle.

Kaliyah did not expect the conversation to start that way. Then she suddenly realized that she had changed

her number after she was discharged from the hospital.

She swallowed and said fiercely, "Why can't you just disappear from my life? You should be dead! Never ever

approach Cason anymore, you bitch!"

"Kaliyah, you are the bitch. Fuck off!"

Then the call was hung up. Kaliyah listened to the busy tone and was stunned. She called again, but she had been blacklisted. However, she finally felt a little better. She could tell from Ainsley's tone that Ainsley still

hated Cason.

Kaliyah wiped away her tears and lay down next to Cason again. She glanced at him before she fell asleep

peacefully.

Ainsley was speechless after the call. She immediately blocked Kaliyah's number. She looked around at the layout of the resort island. She was occupied with work in the last few days. The carnival would be held the

next day, so she had to come over to take a look.

For the publicity of the resort island, Matteo had allocated a special fund to decorate it. He even bought a

few of the latest entertainment devices, including VR.

The carnival was just a gimmick to attract people. What really kept the guests was the hotel services.

Ainsley made Catharsis Room, the venting room, open all day, and celebrities were also welcome to release. their pressure there. They were usually much more stressed than ordinary people were. As long as the celebrities had a good experience in Catharsis Room, they might become regular customers. That would be the best publicity for Catharsis Room.

All the workers and staff worked overtime until 11 at night. Seeing the perfect site, Ainsley asked everyone to

hurry home and promised to double their bonus. For a time, everyone's exhaustion was swept away.

And all of them felt restored.

When all the workers left, Ainsley looked at the holiday hotel that was like a pearl in the dark night and felt a sense of relief.

She still felt a little cold in her coat. After all, she was standing in an empty and open space where the cold

wind kept blowing her. It was close to midnight, and her cheeks were red out of the chill.

Ainsley lowered her head and walked. She stepped on her shadow under the bright light She felt bored after a while, but she felt a sense of familiarity. It seemed that she had done such things a long time ago. She

walked step by step with her shadow and did not notice the Cayenne by the roadside.

Manuel stared at Ainsley. He was completely attracted.

"Manuel! Look, I'm walking in your shadow. This means that you will always be under my feet." At that time,

Ainsley was full of the aura of a lively girl.

Manuel walked behind her with a doting expression, allowing her to step on his shadow.

"Walk slowly. It's snowing. Aren't you afraid of slipping?"

"That won't happen!" Ainsley stood still and stomped her feet. "You are behind me. You won't let me fall,

right?"

Manuel rubbed her head helplessly and put on the gloves that she refused to wear a while ago. Ainsley curled her lips but did not take off the gloves.

They walked in the snow for a long, long time. Ainsley was as restless as Serina. Then she slipped as

expected.

Just as Manuel had said, he held Ainsley before she fell. She fell into Manuel's arms, surrounded by the fragrance of snow pine. She was a little shy for a moment. "You must have done it on purpose." "What did I do?" Manuel raised an eyebrow.

"You wanted to..." Ainsley did not continue. She saw Manuel's face slowly approach her. His thin lips covered hers, and she felt they were cold.

When Manuel came back to his senses from his memories, he saw that Ainsley was already far away from

him. He looked at his watch and immediately got out of the car with something in his hand and shouted,

"Ainsley!"

He raised his voice a little, and Ainsley immediately turned back.

The wind rolled up Ainsley's hair. The strands were hitting her face.

She looked strangely in the direction of the voice and finally saw who it was.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Give me your hand," said Manuel as he walked over.

"What?" Ainsley did not understand what he meant.

She was stunned for a moment. Manuel repeated it before she reached out her hand.

Manuel put a thing in his hand in her hand. It was cold. Ainsley looked at it closely. It was an apple.

"I am the first person to give you an apple on Christmas Eve," Manuel said solemnly.

Ainsley raised her hand to look at her watch. The watch showed it happened to be midnight. It was the 24th day of December, Christmas Eve.