Chapter 130 Being Angry


    Aadam poured another ss of wine for Adide. Seeing that she drained it without talking to him, he


    was boring and poured a ss for himself. He liked tasting wine and the people tasting wine. Simrly,


    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 Adide several times.


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    There weredies 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


    This was a tacit rule. And these prostitutes were rtively better. Most of them were college students in


    need of money or white-cor worker who lived from paycheck to paycheck. Compared with


    professional prostitutes, they could be said to be looking for "boyfriends".


    "Cling-ng!"


    Adide''s ss 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 Adide''s hand and asked with care, "You silly girl, were you scared?"


    She shook her head. Antonio pulled her a little harder and took Adide 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, Adide 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, Adide 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 helpughing 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.


    Hearing this, Antonio lowered his head and checked. At the first nce, he saw the wrinkles on his


    clothes. There seemed to be a cherry-like dot fixed on the shirt, showing a small circle. He cursed


    secretly. He just tried to annoy Adide and made her jealous, paying no attention to what that woman


    had done to him. He almost blurted out subconsciously, "Adide, listen to my exnation."


    He lowered his voice and grabbed Adide''s wrist. People around them pretended to be chatting and


    peeped at what was going on here from time to time. Things didn''t turn well, but got worse. He could


    nearly feel Adide''s sneer and contempt for what he had said.


    Exnation?


    "I saw it. Was it also designed by rissa?"


    When a woman got unreasonable, she really cared nothing about reason. It had nothing to do with


    rissa. When it came to rissa, he was angry but helpless. He sighed resignedly. There was no


    one to help him present. Antonio said humbly, "Let''s go home. I will exin to you in detail."


    The question is: would Adide listen to him? Obviously not. In order not to lose face any longer in


    front of people around, she stretched out her other hand, forced Antonio to unsp one finger after


    another and then pulled out her wrist. She sniffed, "Aadam, rememberst time that I said I would give


    you my number if I met you again?"


    He clearly knew that she deliberately said this because of anger, but just couldn''t help chuckling to


    himself. He took out his smartphone from his pocket and exchanged telephone number and social


    media ount with Adide in Antonio''s presence.


    "Last time?" Antonio was grave. His instinct told him that Adide was not talking about the time when


    they were in the Aegean Sea. They must have contacted each other in private.


    Adide nodded and said bluntly, "Yes, I went to the bar that night and encountered him. He was


    drugged, so I took him to a nearby hotel..." After a pause, she deliberately said in an ambiguous way to


    annoy Antonio, "and took care of him for one night."


    As a matter of fact, she went home that night. Antonio didn''t know which night she was talking about


    without specific date.


    Sure enough, Antonio''s face darkened when he heard this. He gnashed his teeth and squeezed her


    hand, as if trying to crush it, "Are you talking nonsense because you are mad at me holding other


    people in arms just now?"


    Antonio wasn''t sure what he would do if Adide said no. He squinted his eyes that exuded threat,


    staring at Adide as if he was looking at a natural enemy.


    "We are all adults, so be mature, Antonio. What else do you expect when he had love philter?"


    Adide gave Aadam a nce, hoping that he would not nail her lie at this moment. In Antonio''s eyes,


    it seemed that they were flirting. He couldn''t help grab her hand harder.


    She cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts. Antonio, let go of me."


    Antonio pulled Adide out without saying anything. It seemed that Adide would be dragged out


    even if she refused to go. Aadam couldn''t help running to them and pulled Adide with a hand after


    hesitating for a while.


    Seeing this, Antonio turned around and stared at Aadam like a furious tiger. Seeing that a "war" was


    about to break out, Adide threw away Aadam''s hand for some reason, "I''ll go back with him. Leave


    me alone."


    It seemed that she said this out of worries for her lover. Antonio cared a lot about his reputation, so he


    wouldn''t quarrel openly with Aadam unless he was forced to. Seeing that he didn''t take Adide''s


    hand any more, he controlled himself better as the minutes went by, as if doing so automatically.


    He pulled her out of here without any pity for her. Seeing them head for the car from a distance, Bruno


    opened the car door in advance. Antonio stuffed Adide into the car, causing her head to m on the


    window.