Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

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.
Suddenly, a Cayenne stopped beside 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, what a coincidence!”
For any girl who was caught in such heavy rain, if such a handsome man came gracefully with ant umbrella, no one would not be
moved.
However, Ainsley’s heart only ***a beat. She said helplessly, “Yes. What a coincidence! Mr. Gage, can I possibly ask you to give
me a ride?”
Manuel did not reply directly. His dark eyes swept over her and he said gently, “Get in the car first.”
Inside 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 read his document, letting her wipe the water on her body.
Ainsley took over the towel and wiped the rain on her head, but she could not help but be lost in
thought.

Manuel was so gentle and considerate. Ainsley could see that he had a good upbringing.
She 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 was bathing
in the spring breeze.
She wondered, did he do it so that I can treat his sister?
She was lost in her thoughts for a moment. The car slowly stopped in front of an apartment.
Manuel’s low and pleasant voice sounded, “It’s raining heavily outside and you’re wet all over. You should change your clothes
before going back.”
As soon as Ainsley raised her head, she met Manuel’s gentle and thoughtful gaze. She held back. the urge to refuse and slowly
nodded.
The apartment was not far from the Baldry’s mansion. Perhaps that was why he had brought her
here.
The door was pushed open. The colors in the room were unexpectedly bright. White clouds floated on the blue wallpaper,
making Ainsley’s mood become better.
Ainsley blinked and could not believe that this was Manuel’s home.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, a middle-aged woman came out and greeted warmly, “Mr. Gage, you have come! Who is
this young lady?”
“Dixie, this is my friend Ainsley. She will take a bath here and change her clothes.”
Dixie Tudor quickly took out a pair of female slippers. “Come in quickly. I will find a dress for her and cook some soup for you.”
Manuel nodded at Dixie and said gently, “This is my sister Serina’s house. She is studying at University of Washington. This
place is close to the university. Dixie is here to take care of her.”
Ainsley understood. At this time, Manuel’s phone rang. “I need to answer the phone.”
He turned and walked to the French window. Ainsley’s eyes fell on the painting on the wall.

The painting had a healing effect. Autumn leaves fell and the light was warm. The swing in the courtyard rose to the air. The two
girls in the painting held hands and smiled brightly.
Ainsley unconsciously brushed her fingers across the painting. Manuel’s low voice came from behind her. “This is drawn by my
sister.”
She turned around. Manuel’s eyes became deep. They were so deep that they made Ainsley obsessed. However, in an instant,
the eyes became clear and calm. They were so beautiful.
Ainsley’s heart *****a beat. She looked up and asked gently, “Mr. Gage, is the girl in this painting your sister?”
“Yes.” Manuel nodded, “She drew this when she was fourteen. She was not sick at that time.”
“Then who is the other girl?”