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,

hands were still tied, but he let her struggle

his hand pulled back, there was only a faint

Barton, are

right hand high and

shorter than him, so her arms naturally weren’t as long as Patrick’s. She was also lifted by Patrick, causing her arms

at

and then lowering their heads and knees because

bowl of rice or aggrievedly asking him to stop and rest, or

we’ve gone through thick and thin together. I can’t bear to do anything to you. If you beg me,

like a whisper between

that moment, Cierra only

It was incredibly disgusting!

done before was to take advantage of the situation. She

and fear at that moment, Cierra only had

wouldn’t this trip be a big trap?

would never allow such

Even if she died!

pain in her arm. Just as she was about to be lifted off the ground by Patrick, she suddenly

back in time. Otherwise, it would have been hard

used his free hand to shackle her shoulder blade while

was pressed against the

he said indifferently, “Miss Barton, how dare you! If your kick

Cierra glared at him.

a weak

an enemy much stronger

Patrick reacted

do whatever you want. Do you

believed that he could do something

to her, as long as she had one last breath, she would drag him to

and met her dark eyes. Her pupils dilated,

think of