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.

defenseless, Cierra jumped off

tied, but he let her struggle roughly without any

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

Barton, are

right hand high and

as long as Patrick’s. She

and looked thoughtfully at Cierra’s face,

then lowering their heads and knees because of the

begging him for a bowl of rice or

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

whisper between lovers, tempting her to lower her

that moment,

It was incredibly disgusting!

advantage of the situation. She had deliberately followed

fear at that moment, Cierra only had thoughts of

this

would never allow such a thing to

Even if she died!

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

time. Otherwise,

her and used his free hand to shackle her shoulder blade while his right hand held her hand to pinch

had used too much strength, so Cierra was pressed

also turned flatly, and he said indifferently, “Miss Barton, how dare you! If your kick goes wrong,

Cierra glared at him.

done it on purpose. Hitting a weak spot was

an enemy much stronger than

reacted faster than

Do you think I’m afraid?”

could do

lunatic were doing this to her, as long as she had one last breath, she would drag him

eyes. Her pupils dilated, and he was in a trance

think of someone