Virginity in second marriages

Chapter 1633 She's not my girlfriend.

The whole thing was so humiliating.

Manuel approached her side, his voice lowered a few notches.

"All right I won't tell anyone, but you have to promise me something."

"What is it?"

Angelica looked up confused, right into Manuel's deep gaze.

Manuel's hand pressed on her head and whispered, "Don't ignore me."

Angelica's heart skipped a beat as she looked at him, and her face blushed indignantly, before she

lowered her head for a moment and said : "I'm not ignoring you.

"" Haven't you been ignoring me for the past few days?

"I told you, I was busy with school, I didn't want to ignore you."

Manuel stopped talking and a silence fell between them.

After a few moments, Angelica whispered, "" If that's all you have to say, then I'll go back, I still need to

do the compit."

In response to her words, there was silence and Angelica looked at Manuel , who was staring at her

intently, his lips slightly tight.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Angelica turned and ran with her school bag on her back, but after taking two steps, she found that she

could no longer take a single step.

Angelica took another step forward; it was impossible to go any further.

She turned around and saw Manuel reaching out and pulling on the strap of her bag.

"Manuel?"

Manuel sighed darkly, "I wanted to talk to you and you are running away, how can we continue the

conversation?"

Angelica bit her lower lip to maintain silence.

" Where is the picture I put in my wallet?"

Suddenly, Manuel asked a rather awkward question.

Angelica: "...... What picture? I don't know."

Actually, yes, he took that photo. She took it away for two reasons, one of which was that she felt that

because he liked someone else, she should stop appearing in front of him, not only in person, but also

in photos.

It was better for her to disappear from his life.

The second reason was that since she was going to disappear from his life, then the photo should also

disappear, right?

"You don't know."

Manuel tugged at the bag strap, pulling it toward him little by little, and then abruptly grabbed her by the

shoulders and turned her around to face him.

"- You had the wallet in your hand that day, and when I came back, the picture was gone, you don't

know where it is?

"- I really don't know, I didn't even know you had pictures in the wallet, maybe you lost it?

"Impossible."

Manuel spat firmly, "I couldn't lose that photo."

"I didn't take it anyway."

Angelica gritted her teeth and decided to stand firm until the end.

Manuel remained silent and looked at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed, "-Angelica, why do

you need my picture? Did you hide it? To admire me?

"What nonsense!"

Anelica blushed and said, "That's not true! You are not the only one in that picture. ......" Before she

could finish the sentence, Angelica realized she had fallen into his trap.

Manuel's eyes took on a starry smile and his tone was doting, "-Are you still claiming you didn't take it?"

For a moment, Angelica felt completely exposed in front of him, as if he had seen through everything,

that he knew she had taken the picture and that he had come not to ask for it but to frame her.

She knew that everyone was intentionally making fun of her.

Suddenly, Angelica connected the dots.

He might have known about her feelings for him long ago.

Angelica's eyes reddened at the thought.

Manuel's eyes were filled with a fond smile, which disappeared when he noticed that the girl's eyes

were red.

"Do you know everything?"

Manuel tightened his lips and his voice was gruff: "Know what?"

"You don't have to ask me, you just know, and yes, you've always been incredibly smart, so how could

you not know?

Yes, I took the pictures, but I definitely don't want to give it back.

Since you have a girlfriend, I have to stay away from you.

It's true that I'm not the only one in the picture, but I'm in it, so that gives me the right to take it over."

At this point, Angelica lowered her eyes, her vision gradually blurred, and her voice somewhat choked.

"So you can pretend you lost that photo by mistake and pretend you don't know anything about it?

Don't ask me for the photo again, and don't come looking for me anymore, okay?"

Every time she met him, she remembered the moment when he and Zara were together that day, how

well they got close to each other, she felt disgusted for the first time in her life then.

It was a very unpleasant feeling.

The girl was crying in front of Manuel, and it felt like someone was strangling his throat, making him

gasp.

The hand on his shoulder tightened and weakened; he was afraid to hurt her and afraid to let her go. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

His heart and mind were in turmoil, his head was empty, emotions jumped up, then down.

Finally, all the emotions turned into a hoarse sentence.

"Who says I have a girlfriend?"

What is he talking about?

Manuel had some control over his mouth, and although he knew it was wrong, he could not change it.

Angelica raised her tear-filled eyes to meet his gaze.

- She is, the girl who was with you then.

"Who says she's my girlfriend?"

" If she is not your girlfriend, why was she allowed to sit in the passenger seat?

He had nothing to say because he was hoping for Zara's help, but later, after seeing Angelica sadly

leave and refusing to meet, he realized it was a big mistake.

"- If you cannot answer, then it is true, there is no need to deceive me."

Angelica pushed him away, " I don't want to see no more don't come to me."

Angelica struggled to push Manuel's hand away , and with some irritation said, " Let me go!"

" - I will not let go. Manuel held the girl tightly by the shoulders, then touched her wrists: if I let go, you

will run away again, it is difficult to meet you even for a short time.

Angelica shook her head purposefully: You can go to your girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"She is!

"No."

"- Then tell me why was she riding in the passenger seat in your car?

Manuel half-closed his lips and said helplessly, "There is no answer to that question, but she is not

really my girlfriend, and if she was, do you think I would have time to drive you home that day?

Hearing this, Angelica was a little more convinced, but still could not understand.