Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 121 Hangover

But Ainsley leaned right into him and pointed her finger in his face. “Huh? You’re Mr. Gage! Why do you have two noses?”

Puzzled, she tried to stare at Manuel’s nose, but she simply had trouble controlling her vision. Getting faint, she fell on Manuel’s body. “Manue) likes me.”

“What did you say?” Manuel said softly. He looked at Ainsley tenderly and held her up.

But no matter how he asked, Ainsley only giggled.

He had just drunk a lot too, but not as drunk as Ainsley. He was still conscious and arranged for the other three to be sent back to their rooms. And he wanted to send Ainsley back as well. It was already one in the morning. It was getting cold.

He helped Ainsley into the room, covered her with the blanket and just wanted to leave. Ainsley grabbed his hand tightly.

“Don’t go. Don’t go…”

Manuel cared for her and sat by the bed. “Okay, I’m not leaving.”

“Manuel, Manuel…” She said while moving back and forth in distress. Manuel covered her with the blanket. “I’m here, what’s wrong?”

“I Like…” Ainsley mumbled.

Manuel leaned closer to her lips. “What did you say?”

At this moment he heard Ainsley calling out his name. She said, “I like you.”

“Manuel, Manuel, Manuel, I like you.”

At this moment, he felt excited. With red eyes, he stared at Ainsley’s face and touched her cheek uncontrollably. “Are you serious?”

Her hair was spread messily on the pillow, and she was stunning.

Manuel controlled himself and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest.”

When he got up, a hand wrapped around his neck and pulled hard. Their lips touched tightly.

It was as if an electric wave traveled through Manuel’s brain, and he could no longer control himself. He was already a little drunk to force himself to send her back. Now he was teased out of his senses.

At the last moment of sanity, he asked, “Ainsley, who am I?”

Ainsley spoke softly in his ear, “Manuel.”

Chapter 121 Hannover

The next second, the two embraced passionately.

The next morning, Ainsley opened her eyes. Dumbfounded, she saw Manuel’s sleeping face.

The soreness in her body made her understand what was happening. Her eyes widened as she found

herself sleeping on his arm.

The morning light fell on Manuel’s face through the curtain. He opened his eyes and looked lazily at

Ainsley.

She was a little confused from last night’s drunkenness. She stared blankly at Manuel. He was smiling.

There were a few more red marks on his neck.

She was dazed when Manuel let out a soft laugh. “You’re awake?”

Even if she was confused, she understood what had happened last night. Ainsley yelped and ducked

under the covers.

She and Manuel… What had she done yesterday?

Manuel pulled back her blanket. “Now you know to hide.”

She pulled the covers up over her face again. “Don’t say anything.“‘

Looking at her frightened look, Manuel looked at Ainsley’s fingers and took her hand in his. “Don’t be

afraid.”

But Ainsley couldn’t stay still. She drew back her hand and jerked to her feet.

“Close your eyes.” She said shyly.

Manuel answered back, “Okay.”

She immediately covered herself with the blanket. She found the lost clothes with great difficulty and

went into the bathroom with a red face, holding the clothes.

The bathroom was opened and closed with a dull thud. Manuel stood up and walked to the floor–to–

ceiling window. With a tug, the pure white curtains were ripped open. Light came in.

He stood gently. The room was filled with a fragrance.

He fell back on the bed, and the quilt was stained with Ainsley’s scent.

Ainsley’s heart pounded violently. She looked at herself in the mirror and panicked, her face full of

shyness. She tried to recall what had happened yesterday, but she failed.

She turned on the tap and washed her face with cool water, which helped her recover.

She hurriedly changed her clothes, only to find that there were red marks on her neck too!

What would Lainey and Serina say if they saw her later? Roman would laugh at her!

With her wet hair, she was in a mess. She tried to run away immediately, but she couldn’t escape

Manuel’s eyes.

She couldn’t calm down at all and blushed. She had slept in Manuel’s arms all night.

Ainsley walked out of the bathroom and Manuel was still lying on the bed. But he looked at her with

a smile.

Ainsley wanted to run. The next second, she could no longer move her slender wrist.

“Why are you escaping?” His voice was soft and low as he said with a snicker.

Ainsley frowned slightly. What did he want? She looked up sharply but saw that his extraordinarily deep

as he was smiling.

eyes were

“I was drunk yesterday! I don’t remember anything! Just pretend nothing happened!” She forced herself

to say so and fiercely brushed off his hand, turning around to leave.

Sh

straightened her back. But a laugh came from behind her. She shuddered and refused to turn

around.

Manuel’s voice was low with suppressed anger, “Ainsley, do you know what you’re saying?”

“I… I…..”

“I want you to see clearly that you know what’s going on. Don’t say that.”

Ainsley stiffened, wanting to hide.

“Silly girl, you forget what you said yesterday?” Manuel pulled her in and brought her into his

arms.

Ainsley didn’t say anything and buried her head in his chest.

All she heard was Manuel saying, “You said you liked me.”

“No, I didn’t!” She was about to retort subconsciously, but Manuel hugged her even tighter.

“Aisy, I’m happy. I’m really happy.”

The scent of cedar was on the tip of her nose. She breathed it in hard. “But what’s the relationship

between us now?”

Lovers? Or shtup buddies?

She didn’t know how to ask. Manuel had said he liked her. He had told Cason that they were dating.

He had said it many times. But he never said it to her in earnest.

Manuel held her steady. “Will you let me be your boyfriend? Let me protect you?”

Ainsley’s heart was racing. She bit her lip and was at a loss, not knowing where to look.

Manuel lowered his eyes in frustration. “It’s okay, you don’t have to answer now. I’ll wait for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, his hurt look made her uneasy. “But I’m, divorced.”

Manuel looked at her tightly knitted brow and suddenly understood. “So that’s what you’ve been worried about?”

He stared hard at Ainsley and asked, “You care about that?”

“Me? Of course, I don’t care, but someone else does.” Manuel was Mr. Gage in Seattle. So many people were paying attention to him.

“So, do you care what other people think?”

“Of course not either.”

Manuel laughed and said, “I don’t care either.”