Chapter 182 When they arrived downstairs, Lennon parked the car, got out, opened the passenger door, unfastened the seatbelt, and lifted Mariela. horizontally.
Menu Perhaps tired from all the commotion, Mariela now quietly leaned against him, breathing evenly and deeply, as if she had fallen asleep.
Lennon was tall and slender, standing close to 1.9 meters in height. Mariela, on the other hand, had a delicate figure, fitting snugly in his arms, with a petite and submissive posture.
Lennon held the girl until she fell asleep, and his footsteps slowed down, carefully, afraid that walking too fast would wake her up.
When Lennon arrived at the apartment door, he used Marielaâs fingerprint to unlock and push open the door, and turned on the living room light.
The living room was spacious and bright, with clean and clear windows.
Lennon carried the person into the bedroom and gently placed them on the bed.
The girl, who had already fallen asleep, pouted her lips, grumbled, and grabbed onto Lennonâs shirt sleeve, refusing to let go.
âAre you awake?â Lennon leaned slightly, with his hands on either side of Marielaâs body, looking down at her with lowered eyes.
âJe... Marielaâs eyes remained closed, and she moved her lips, softly uttering a word, âJe...â
âJaime?â Lennon squinted his eyes slightly, his deep, inkâblack eyes gleaming with a cold light.
Jaime?
Jaime Herman?
She was drunk and still shouting Jaime?
He was drunk and talking nonsense, saying that he was not good in that aspect. Whatâs e seven worse, he dared to mention Jaimeâs name?
By the way, he had forgotten the reason why he had initially gone to the bar!
He was originally going to find her to settle accounts.
She had never tried it before, so how could she know that he couldnât do it?
Lennon furrowed his brow, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He was really heartless.
He stood up straight, his gaze falling on Mariela, looking down on her with a superior attitude, âAre you still thinking about him?â
Although the girl couldnât hear, Lennon still asked.
The air was filled with a strong sour smell.
Whose vinegar jar was knocked over?
âMariela,â Lennonâs voice was deep and seemingly threatening, âthink carefully before you speak.â
The next second, the girlâs eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she restlessly twisted her body on the bed, turning over and burying her face in the pillow. In a coquettish tone, she muttered, âJest, tell a jest...â
Lennon: âI loved her, but she didnât feel the same way. We spent a lot of time together, but it was always just as friends. I tried to tell her how I felt, but I couldnât find the right words. Eventually, I had to accept that we were never going to be more than friends.â