Divorced but Delighted

Cierra froze when he finished speaking, and even her face turned pale.

How did he know?

Before she could react, Patrick approached her and said, “Miss Barton, you’re treating

me like a fool. Have you ever thought that I’m not blind?”

Cierra bit her lips, her black eyes filled with anger.

His eyes weren’t blind. They were obviously behind him!

Along the way, she deliberately stumbled. One reason was that the mountain road was

indeed challenging to walk on, and the other was to leave marks deliberately.

Unexpectedly, Patrick, who had been leading the way without looking back, found out what she was thinking.

At this moment, Cierra’s entire body was drenched, and her pitch-black hair was dyed with a bit of wildness. She was waiting for Patrick’s next move.

It was easy for him to hurt her!

“Why are you so nervous? I didn’t say that you did something wrong. If they haven’t found us by dawn, this play will have no protagonist.”

Patrick raised his hand, but it didn’t fall entirely. He just shook his head slightly and hid it behind him.

“Your dirty head is annoying, but it doesn’t matter. You will still be the high and mighty Miss Barton in a few hours. I think Miss Barton will be grateful to me then.’

He sneered. He no longer allowed Cierra to walk around on her own. Instead, he directly carried Cierra on his shoulder again. Like someone who did not know fatigue, he continued to walk in the same direction.

This time, Cierra stopped pretending obedient and struggled to jump off his shoulder.

-Perhaps Patrick was afraid that there wasn’t enough time, so he didn’t tie her legs with a rope this time, giving her space to escape.

Patrick had already exhausted a lot of his physical strength. In addition, he had been leading the way and had been carrying Cierra all this time. Other than Cierra deliberately shouting that she wanted to rest, he had never stopped.

was exhausted and defenseless, Cierra jumped

Her hands were still tied, but he let her struggle roughly without any intention of stopping

hemp rope in his hand pulled back, there was only a faint sneer on his

are

raised his right hand high

her arms naturally weren’t as long as Patrick’s.

looked thoughtfully at Cierra’s face, which was filled with

enjoy seeing others in pain and then lowering their heads and knees because

him for a bowl of rice or aggrievedly asking him

I can’t bear to do anything to you. If you beg me, I’ll let

sounded like he was coaxing her, like a whisper between lovers,

moment,

It was incredibly disgusting!

had done before was to take advantage of the situation. She had

fear at that moment, Cierra only

her little tricks along the way were to fall into his eyes, wouldn’t this trip be a big trap? Wouldn’t she be waiting for her

she would never allow such a thing to

Even if she died!

Just as she was about to be lifted off the ground

in time. Otherwise, it would have been

his free hand

much strength, so Cierra was pressed against the tree and

flatly, and he said indifferently, “Miss Barton, how dare you! If your kick goes wrong, I’ll let you live a life

Cierra glared at him.

purpose. Hitting a weak spot was undoubtedly Cierra’s only

enemy much

Patrick reacted faster than

whatever you want. Do

that he could do something worse than death

this lunatic were doing this to her, as long as she had one

met her dark eyes. Her pupils dilated, and he was

to think of someone through