Starting with A Divorce

Starting with A Divorce Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Can You Give Me a Ride?

Kaliyah quickly stopped Lindsay. “Mom, no matter what, Ms. Easton is Cason’s ex-wife. It isn’t appropriate to drive her away. Anyway, our house has spare rooms. If there are no other ways, we can let Ms. Easton stay.”

After hearing this, the security guard looked at the plainly-dressed Ainsley with a bit of disdain.

He thought that a woman like her probably wouldn’t want to leave such a rich and powerful family.

Ainsley ignored the other people’s expressions. She refused, “No need.”

She pulled her luggage and left, but the sky suddenly darkened and it started to rain.

She was so unlucky today.

Ainsley looked at her phone. There was only 2% battery left. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

There were trees all around, and there was no place to hide from the rain. She was wet all over, and she looked particularly embarrassed in the heavy rain.

her. The man held a black umbrella and walked towards her. The umbrella kept the rain out. Manuel smiled calmly and looked at Ainsley, who was in a sorry state. “Ms. Easton,

was caught in such heavy rain, if such a handsome man came gracefully with ant umbrella, no

What a coincidence! Mr. Gage, can I possibly

eyes swept over her and he said gently, “Get in the car

the car, it was warm. After getting in the car, Ainsley felt less cold. Manuel handed her a towel and then lowered his head to

rain on her head, but she could not help but be

thought.

gentle and considerate. Ainsley could see that he

had only met him a few times, but every time he helped her out, he was so gentle that it made her feel like she

wondered, did he do it so that I

moment. The car slowly stopped

and you’re

soon as Ainsley raised her head, she met Manuel’s gentle and thoughtful gaze. She held back. the urge to

the Baldry’s mansion. Perhaps

here.

pushed open. The colors in the room were unexpectedly bright. White clouds floated on the blue wallpaper, making Ainsley’s mood

not believe that

door opening, a middle-aged woman came out and greeted warmly, “Mr. Gage, you have come! Who