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.

“I was thinking about Draven. It turns out that he has

frank

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

face, nor did she make any unnecessary reactions. She continued

be theTrevino family’s old house, right?

“Huh…”

his hand and pinched her face.

you have

just blocked me here to play with them and see how long it would take for

could finish her words, the strength

“Miss Barton, you

felt like rolling

Idiot!

thoughts had been seen through that he flied

expression in front

mumbled, “Then I was wrong. Could you let go

if she was so painful that saliva splashed out and

still put on a pitiful look

“Please…”

at her for a while and

force on her cheeks dissipated, and Cierra coughed, glancing sideways

a handkerchief from his pocket and was about to

myself just now

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

and looked sideways at

Cierra forced a smile.

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

Cierra was speechless.

woman and withdrew his hand

He chuckled and said, “Don’t play these childish tricks. If I weren’t so bored right