Please Let Me Go novel Chapter 130

Aadam poured another glass of wine for Adelaide. Seeing that she drained it without talking to him, he was boring and poured a glass for himself. He liked tasting wine and the people tasting wine. Similarly, he disliked people who used alcohol to dissipate sorrows and disliked cow drinking, but he didn't dislike her. At this moment, in the country where his grandma was born, he suddenly understood the reason why his grandma would say nothing was absolute.

Aadam raised his head and drank up the wine in a sigh like she did. The atmosphere between them froze for a time due to the man far away from them and the woman in his arms.

Antonio fed some food to her. The woman cleverly had it stuck in teeth, got closer to him and used index finger to rub his chest invitingly. The fingernail scratched over sensitive parts, making people susceptible to her.

"You little bitch." Antonio kissed her forehead frivolously and peeped at Adelaide several times.

There were ladies in parties. Some of them were unwilling to flirt with middle-aged men and therefore caused conflicts. So the organizers would hire some prostitutes to flirt with wealthy businessmen for ladies.

This was a tacit rule. And these prostitutes were relatively better. Most of them were college students in need of money or white-collar worker who lived from paycheck to paycheck. Compared with professional prostitutes, they could be said to be looking for "boyfriends".

"Cling-clang!"

Adelaide's glass dropped on the floor, immediately attracting the attention of everyone. She smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I was just being careless."

After that she walked to the door as if she was fleeing. She had done a lot of embarrassing things, but she was extremely frustrated at losing control of herself in his presence. Therefore, she lowered her head, feeling as if thousands of people were staring at her.

Suddenly, someone seized her with great force. She turned around and saw Antonio's sullen face. She swallowed hard with guilty conscience, "I...I just remembered that I have something to do, so I'm leaving."

"Let me drive you."

Before Antonio could say anything, Aadam walked close to her quickly. He raised his eyebrows while taking hold of Adelaide's hand and asked with care, "You silly girl, were you scared?"

She shook her head. Antonio pulled her a little harder and took Adelaide into his arms. He clung to her shoulders tightly and politely put on a smile that was rarely seen on his face, "I don't need you to take care of my wife."

He was always domineering, Adelaide thought to herself. And most of her anger was gone.

Finding that she didn't struggle, Antonio squinted and wanted to say something to Aadam. At this moment, Adelaide pushed him away with great strength, stood with Aadam and turned around to avoid seeing the wrinkles on his clothes.

Antonio was always meticulous and there would not be any trace on his shirt other than stitched lines. The wrinkles on his clothes were made by that woman's finger and he didn't deal with it in time.

Aadam also saw that unordinary trace and couldn't help laughing out loud. He kindly reminded him, "Mr. Antonio, it seemed that the cloth of your shirt isn't good."

This was really the problem of cloth. Some cloth wrinkled easily. If people did something like rolling up sleeves, wrinkles appeared soon.