"Cason, what are you doing here?" Kaliyah, shocked, hurried to help Cason up.
Her husband knocking on another woman's door in front of her was a great humiliation for her.
"I'm not leaving." Cason reeked of alcohol, and his cheek flushed red. But yet, he refused to leave.
"This is Ms. Easton's place. Sober up." Kaliyah lowered her voice.
But since Cason was tall and heavy, and he was clinging on to Ainsley's door, Kaliyah simply couldn't support his body.
Soon, Kaliyah loosened her grip on him through a lack of strength, which made Cason fall heavily onto the ground. But Cason did not wake up because of that. Instead, he kept muttering, "Ainsley, open the door! Open the door!"
"Cason! Take a good look at me! I'm Kaliyah!" Kaliyah's voice grew louder as she looked at him coldly.
Obviously, it was no use talking with a drunkard.
Cason ignored Kaliyah and kept banging on the door as he called out Ainsley's name.