Divorced but Delighted

At dusk, Cierra didn’t know where she was.

She only knew that she was like a piece of driftwood, staggering in the water, or as sitting on a MegaDrop. It was so bumpy that she didn’t dare to open her eyes.

After an unknown period of time, the bumpy sensation finally subsided, allowing her to catch her breath and rest. She curled up in a corner and lay down in peace of mind.

But there was someone next to her who pulled her to lie down.

Then, she felt that someone was feeding water into her mouth, she finally stopped struggling and absorbed what she needed by instinct. After that, she fell asleep.

Her consciousness gradually cleared up. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the morning sun was like blood, dyeing a large area of clouds red.

Cierra was a little mesmerized.

It was not that she had never seen the morning sun before, but it was the first time she had seen it in such an environment.

She was surrounded by mountains. The clouds had not yet dissipated, but the dusky sun was slowly scattering. There were sounds of orioles around, which made her feel relieved and get rid of all her tiredness,

Cierra didn’t know if it was because of the scenery or because she had had a good rest yesterday, but although her whole body was sore, her chest was unblocked. She was calm and happy, even if she was in a place she didn’t know.

It was a natural cave. Although it was very simple, it was clean and could shelter people from wind and rain.

The temperature dropped in this season, and in the mountain it was even colder. Except for birds, there were not many chirping insects. There were some grass at the entrance of the cave, as well as a pile of burned gray wood in the middle, indicating how she had survived last night.

This was also something that Cierra was unwilling to face.

It was hard to imagine that she survived by the help of her kidnappers when she was unconscious.

Was it because she was a hostage and couldn’t die?

But it seemed that there was no need to treat her so well as a hostage.

Cierra lowered her gaze and glanced at the coat she was wearing.

been wet, it was still wrinkled after being dried. There were even some weeds in the

his coat in such a state, Cierra didn’t know if she should say that she was a valuable hostage, or if Mr. Patrick didn’t take this matter to heart

was not in the mood to think about

find something to eat in

she could only think about it in

the face of survival, other things were not very

got up and moved. She glanced at Patrick, who was still sleeping soundly opposite her, and paused to think for a

that, would it be considered that she had escaped from this man’s

was not impossible for him to get in touch with his own people since he could make a fire here and bring her water. Or what if she

for a while, Cierra

“Mr. Trevino, Mr. Trevino?”

was no movement from the person

the ups and downs of his chest, Cierra would have thought that he was out of

had completely risen, evaporating the raindrops from yesterday. When it was warm

moment, Cierra also noticed that something

they were in was not covered by many plants, and the sun could shine down unscrupulously, which was too hot and

should open their eyes and move to another place, unlike

“Patrick Trevino.”

up the

covered up a lot of sunlight, which probably made Patrick feel comfortable, so he instinctively fell towards

was pressing down

“Hey!”

Patrick away and he fell heavily to the other side as if he had lost

rock of the cave, and the noise made Cierra feel a

moment. When she came to her senses, she rushed out of

in the mountains, and she didn’t know which road to take. She only knew that she had to stay away

didn’t want to see this

she had heard from the Trevino family’s dark room, and all the things that had happened in