Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 407 It’s Not Embarrassing to see a doctor If you are ill

“Miss Barton, are you talking to me?”

Patrick turned around and looked down at her.

Cierra said for certain, “What else can I talk to in this room other than you?”

The man was about to die from blood loss, hanging on the wall without any movement. If it weren’t for his weak breathing, everyone would have thought…

As for herself, her hands and feet were tied. Who else could she call?

Patrick seemed to have heard something funny. He looked her up and down and said, “Miss Barton, you’re a little bolder. It’s seems that you don’t know me well enough and’ you are ordering me around. Do you really think you’re here as a guest?”

“But Mr Trevino, didn’t you invite me here?”

Cierra tilted her head like him and said wearily, “Your treatment is really bad.”

Patrick sneered and glanced at Cierra coldly, no longer responding to her.

How could he not tell that Cierra was doing this on purpose?

But the fact that this woman could calm down so quickly and start to talk to him. casually showed that she was obviously not a good person as well.

This game seemed to be more interesting.

He stared at Cierra for a long time and suddenly smiled. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way I treat my guests. If you’re not satisfied, you should find a way to make me happy, understand?”

To make him happy?

Disdain flashed across Cierra’s face.

Patrick didn’t care about her rudeness at all. He said in his usual voice, “Miss Barton, don’t you understand? Didn’t I tell you the solution just now?”

He leaned over to get close to Cierra and let out a hissing breath.

“Beg me.”

her neck “But I didn’t beg you at that time, and you didn’t kill me, did you? Do you not have enough strength to

deliberately imitated Patrick’s tone and spat out

Disgusting her?

going to disgust

to look at her and suddenly

and ignored her. He walked around the small messy house in

also followed his footsteps and then

iron gate. Looking to the left, there was a tile-covered wall. The patterns on

could only look

No one knew how many years

when Cierra was still in the dark, she could vaguely feel that there was nothing special about the decoration on the opposite side. There was just a wall and no window It was so oppressive that it drove

pacing back and forth in the room. She felt that this man had

fed with raw meat to keep his animal nature, and were not

was neither wolf

the end, he became

“Mr. Trevino?”

surroundings, Cierra called

her. He stopped and looked back at her. “Have you figured

calmly and said for

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

her, and sat down not too far

Barton, do you mind if I tell you

someone to send food over after you

that she had

leaned back lazily in the

where my good brother was punished? As long as he did something wrong or dissatisfied his mother or grandfather, he would be locked up

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