Chapter 397

Chapter 397 Don’t Stop Me Ainsley raised her right hand and slapped Manuel. “You’re crazy!”

Manuel rubbed his face, which was in burning pain. He looked at Ainsley and found that tears had welled up in her in her eyes.

Ainsley looked at him firmly. “I hope this slap can wake you up. I have to go home.”

This time, Manuel did not stop her. When Ainsley ***away, he followed her.

Welin Street was bustling during the rush hour.

Ainsley ***steadily. She could see the black Cayenne through the rearview mirror. Manuel followed behind her stubbornly.

She was annoyed. She suddenly turned the steering wheel and changed the line to overtake. She did not want to see the Cayenne again.

Unexpectedly, as she overtook the car, the black Cayenne did the same thing.

Ainsley was supposed to go straight, but she turned right at the next corner. She looked happily at the car behind her that had no time to turn.

The next second, she saw the car suddenly turn around after crossing the road, and a truck just happened to rush over.

Ainsley’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly stepped on the brake.

She screamed, “Manuel!”

Her vision blurred. A moment later, she saw Manuel’s car follow her again.

The scene just now happened unexpectedly. After coming back to her senses, Ainsley got out of the car and rushed to Manuel’s car.

“Do you know you almost...”

“Almost what?” Manuel got out of the car nonchalantly.

Ainsley shook her head with tears in her eyes. “You are really a madman.”

Manuel saw that Ainsley’s shoulders were tromblias frightened just now. He hugged Ainsley in his arms. “I am fine.”

The fragrance of cedar on him calmed Ainsley’s rapidly beating heart.

Ainsley pushed him away. “You... Don’t get so close to me. I know about your engagement. Why are you coming to me?”

“Aisy, I told you to trust me. Now that the matter has been resolved, do you still trust me?”

Ainsley didn’t know how to answer. She had always believed in him, but he didn’t.

She lowered her eyes dejectedly. “I’m going home.”

She did not answer Manuel’s question, nor did she say anything extra. She turned around and got into the car.

At night in November, it was very cold. People would still freeze if they wore a coat.

Ainsley tossed and turned on the bed and could not fall asleep.

Just now, Manuel followed her all the way back. She did not ask anything and went straight upstairs. She did not know if he had left.

It is so late. He should have left, right?

Ainsley thought about it for a while. She then jumped out of bed and drew the curtains.

The black Cayenne looked mysterious under the street lights.

Manuel leaned against the car door in a black coat. He raised the cigarette between his fingers, took a drag, and puffed out smoke.

The white mist was eye-catching.

Seemingly noticing Ainsley’s gaze, Manuel waved at her with his back to her.

Ainsley was speechless and abruptly drew back the curtains.

The cold wind whistled outside, and the window made a sound because of it. She could not fall asleep, and now she was even more upset.

It was because of the wind, as well as a crazy person downstairs.

Ainsley parted the curtains again. Manuel still maintained his previous posture, a few cigarette butts scattering at his feet.

In just a short while, he smoked so many cigarettes.

She found a coat to put on and ran downstairs.

Manuel was surprised to see her. “Aisy, it’s cold. Hurry up and go back.”

“What about you? How long are you going to stay here?”

Manuel smiled. “At the very least, I have to make up for the time I missed.”

The forced kiss in the evening, the accident on Welin Street, and the long wait downstairs... Every one of them was crazy.

Ainsley couldn’t understand. Why would Manuel, who had always been rational and influential in Seattle, become a completely different person in front of her?

“I don’t understand why you are doing this?” Ainsley said coldly.

Manuel didn’t expect her to say so and didn’t know how to answer.

“If you feel bored and have too much free time, why don’t you deal with your work? The Gage Group has suffered a lot of losses recently from the clash with the Wade Group. Can you redeem it?” Ainsley said seriously.

“I can handle those things. The first thing I want to do now is make up with you.”

Ainsley shook her head, looking tired. She said helplessly, “But I only want to punish the vicious person. Manuel, to deal with me, she has killed too many people. Those people have not received an apology until now. The dead are waiting for justice, while the murderer is still at large.”

“I know. I know everything. But I can’t wait any longer.”

Manuel was eager to let Ainsley know his feelings for her. He wanted her to understand -that she was his only love.

“Manuel, I have believed in you all the time, even at this moment. But believing doesn’t mean forgiving. Every time I am in danger, you happen to be with her.”

Ainsley paused and continued, “What about you? Have you ever believed in me? Have you ever believed that I can protect myself?”

Manuel shook his head. “In the previous rainstorm, she indeed wanted to kill you. My people searched the entire Seattle but failed to find any clues. I had no choice but to make the wrong decision.”

He stared straight into Ainsley’s eyes. “If I could choose again, I would still save you.”

On that stormy night, Ainsley cried and struggled weakly.

Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)

Chapter 396 Love’s Change of Heart No matter how hard she tried, she was still trapped in that rainstorm.

If not for Manuel’s engagement, she knew that she could not escape.

“Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, you and she were childhood sweethearts, and I was just a home wrecker who seduced you when Irene was studying abroad.”

“No! It’s not like that! You are never a home wrecker,” Manuel said solemnly.

“Aisy, we have long...”

“I know what you want to say. Those photos make everything clear. I have forgotten many things. It is time to get back what I have missed.” Ainsley raised an eyebrow, her eyes determined.

Manuel was scared. She was going to find her past?

“Where is your first stop?” he asked.

“The archives of the University of Washington.” Ainsley did not hide it.

The photo of her and Manuel Under the sycamore must have something to do with her past.

But now, she was not at the University of Washington but downstairs of her house.

“It’s too late. The archives must have been closed. Otherwise, I might go now.”

“If it is not closed, I will go with you,” Manuel smiled.

“Manuel, aren’t you going to stop me?” Ainsley felt a little strange.

Manuel looked at her gently. Indeed, he did not want her to regain her memories.

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