Starting with A Divorce

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.”

like her, why did you mess with me

Ainsley asked loudly.

Get o

I don’t

eyes.

and looked at Manuel with tears

the bar. You just

immature young girl. She wouldn’t show this side

was

bar since

flustered. Fortunately, Ainsley

there are some things that I can’t tell you now,

her arms around his arm and sobbed, “Is everything that has happened before fake? If you don’t love me,

not answer. He was sad and self-condemned. He wanted to explain

Ainsley like this. Ainsley’s eyes were filled with sorrow. It was something that Ainsley had never had

cried out

off his coat and put it on her. “Aisy, are

taken off still carried Manuel’s warmth. Ainsley’s originally uneasy

cedar in

as if she were a child who

had drunk

“Manuel, my thigh hurts.”

shrank. He looked at Ainsley’s thigh as if he had thought of something. “Why does

a bitter

put her right hand on her thigh. Manuel remembered that there was a scar on the position of

the deepest place of one’s mind and would never be drawn out normally, but when he got drunk, he

memory was drawn from the depths of Ainsley’s mind, she would find that everything was not what she

do? Could she face

will you believe me?”

can’t. Those are all lies.” Ainsley shook her

W

and frosty at night. Ainsley stopped after walking for a while. She dizzily leaned her head against Manuel’s arm. “I

sleep.”

slowly closed her eyes and intended to lie on the ground.

haven’t been home yet,

closed her eyes and did not want to

you

was stunned for a moment before understanding