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.

was still wrinkled after being dried. There were even some weeds

say that she was a valuable

Cierra was not in the mood

hungry that she was thinking about how to find something to eat in such a deep forest and how to

she could only think about it in her mind for a while and immediately

survival, other things were

She glanced at Patrick, who was still sleeping soundly opposite

be considered that she had escaped from this man’s

other people outside? After all, it 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 was caught by this lunatic before she

about it for

“Mr. Trevino, Mr. Trevino?”

no movement from the person lying on the

of his chest, Cierra would have

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

Cierra also noticed

many plants, and the sun could shine down unscrupulously, which was too

their eyes and move to another place, unlike Patrick, who

“Patrick Trevino.”

finally mustered up the courage to move

probably made Patrick feel comfortable, so

body was pressing down on her, almost causing her to

“Hey!”

away and he fell heavily to the other side as

hit the rock of the cave, and

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

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

to

Trevino family’s dark room, and all the things that had happened in the mountains, Cierra didn’t dare to look

a nightmare, which almost made her die in the mountains and never see her