Divorced but Delighted

Cierra glared at him and looked away.

However, she caught a very important clue from his words. She was not in another place, but in the Trevino Family’s old house.

This is the place where Draven had been punished when he was a child, which was under an old tree at the back of the Trevino family’s old house.

At that time, she only believed that they locked Draven up for closed study. She had never thought that there would be such a story behind it. Thinking about it, this house should have been abandoned after Ernest Trevino’s health deteriorated and Draven began to take over the Trevino Group.

In other words, before she knew it, Draven was silently enduring some unbearable psychological torture.

Did that mean…

But it was meaningless to think too much about it. The past has happened. Even if she knew that sometimes he might not have done it out of his own conscience, the consequences had already appeared. Talking too much was just an excuse to make both sides feel better.

Cierra didn’t know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She only knew that at this moment, the strong hatred in her heart seemed to never be touched again. Those feelings of unwillingness and resentment towards Draven in the past seemed to have blown away like the wind.

Perhaps it was even earlier when Draven was seriously injured and fell down in front of her in Los Angeles.

But at that time, she didn’t have the mood to care about anything else. She could only do what she should do according to the instructions in her mind, so she naturally thought that those grudges had been buried in the deep sea, but she hardly realized that they had already been extinguished by the fire.

“Miss Barton, what are you thinking about?”

Patrick was very dissatisfied with her sudden distraction. He watched as the expression on her face slowly changed from fear and anger to calmness and relief, as if she had figured out something that had troubled her for a long time.

How could this be?

Why was she still trying to reconcile with herself in such a situation?

“Miss Barton, I’m asking you. What were you thinking about just now?”

Patrick was very dissatisfied with Cierra’s reaction. He approached the woman in the chair again and stared at her with his cold eyes.

her eyes and said in a normal tone, “I was thinking about Draven.

frank

that Patrick’s black pupils shrank slightly, and the coldness

the expression on his face, nor did she make any unnecessary reactions.

place where you locked me up should be theTrevino family’s old house, right? The most dangerous place is the safest place. Is that what you

“Huh…”

pinched her face.

instruments in this room have been blocked. Even if you have other equipment, they will not be able to

just blocked me here to play with them and see how long it would take for them to find me. Or, when they can

words, the strength on her face suddenly increased and interrupted

in a threatening tone, “Miss Barton, you don’t seem to

only felt like

Idiot!

just because his thoughts had been seen through that

in front of him when

blinked innocently and mumbled, “Then I was wrong. Could you let

so painful that saliva splashed out and fell on the

still put on a pitiful look and

“Please…”

looked down at her for a while and silently

her cheeks dissipated, and Cierra

handkerchief from his pocket

I really couldn’t control myself just now and

said sorry, but there was no hint of apology on her face at all. She straightened her back and didn’t look guilty

and looked

Cierra forced a smile.

as he suddenly retracted his handkerchief. His fingers, which had pinched Cierra’s face, reached out to wipe the

Cierra was speechless.

stiff-faced woman and withdrew his hand with

back and sized up the woman who was still in a daze with interest. He chuckled and said, “Don’t play these childish tricks. If I weren’t so bored right now, do