Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 209 He Wasn’t the One On Blacklist

New York.

There was heavy rain at night, and it fell on the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The heavy rain woke up Draven.

He looked a little dazed. Knowing he couldn’t fall asleep, he got out of bed, stood before the window, and stared blankly at the city’s night view.

“Ever since he divorced Cierra, he has been living in the company. Occasionally, he would go back to the old mansion for two days. Most of the time, he worked.

He saw her again in his dream.

Cierra…

The person who should have been forgotten appeared in his dreams repeatedly. He couldn’t get rid of her.

Why?”

Looking at the raindrops slowly dripping from the glass, he shouted in confusion.

Why did he always dream of her?

He tried to fall into meditation, focusing on listening to the rain

Drip, pat, pat, pat.

However, he couldn’t help but think of that rainy night in the old mansion.

Similar to this heavy rain, it was also different from the sound of the rain tonight, thunder and lightning flashed, and a fragrance and softness of woman fell into his arms…

Draven suddenly opened his eyes, still filled with confusion and disbelief.

He actually…

Compared to the disgusting scenes in the hotel during the day, he could feel that he was not disgusted by the rejection when he thought of Cierra. In fact, he was even unwilling to accept his indulgence in it.

It was one thing for him to be dreaming, but why would he think about having sex with Cierra when he was free?

Draven felt furious. He turned around irritably and went to get a bottle of iced water.

After drinking the coolness of the water, he was not that desire.

had been sleeping since he took the medicine in the afternoon. He didn’t wake up until now,

phone in the corner

four o’clock in the morning

of messages, missed calls,

he couldn’t see

calls were from Vanessa, but

a WhatsApp message saying his mother had woken up. There was

the

not care about him. They just saw him making a fool.

headache coming on, he turned off

along with the pain in his nerves. He pressed his temple and tried to relieve it, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the

was no sound except for the occasional

the darkness. He sat alone in the empty and dark room. Some thoughts suppressed

a thought

-He was missing Cierra.

He missed her.

he would never

grandfather died and was buried. Now that

taught him lessons. Even the memory of him

was a very

what he thought of

most important thing. If he was a good person, why would he think it was customary for his grandfather to get old, sick, and die? His

and no one loved him, so he chose to marry someone who loved him, even

a jerk like him missed

screen of his phone. Suddenly, the light shone on

Did he miss her?

to ponder

an excuse to go to the L’Opera Restaurant, he would call her occasionally when he sent her

get through to

missed this heartless

control his emotions in the middle of the night, and his body was doing what he

moment.

and

grandpa and marry him. After returning to the country, she wanted to divorce him.

they usually contacted each other by phone, they spent most of their time together. Their chat history was still when Ryan sent him the

on the phone number for half

of copying

contact list

name he gave to her was Cierra. The first one

school. Over the years, he had changed her