Divorced but Delighted

Patrick sneered disdainfully. “If you want to hurt me, why wait until now? You don’t. even have to come back today. You can leave me here alone and wait for death.”

Without food and water, he could not guarantee the basic energy needs of the human body. He had no choice but to wait for death.

If she really wanted to kill him, why did she bother to dirty her hands?

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Cierra smiled.

“You think too much. I didn’t want you to die at all. If I stab you, it’s just revenge for what you’ve done to me in the past two days. After all, you pinched me like this, so you have to pay something, right, Mr. Trevino?”

She touched her neck with a harmless smile.

The dagger in Cierra’s hand made her words seem rather credible.

The cave suddenly quieted down, and the sound of firewood burning could be heard.

Patrick raised his eyes to look at her, and the weakness in his eyes suddenly turned into a seriousness.

Cierra was very satisfied with his expression.

Most of the fear in the world came from the unknown.

Of course, there was also a portion that came from knowing, but had to quietly wait for danger to descend.

It was like informing a death row criminal of the execution time, and then reminding him every single day. This process should be extremely torturous for him.

When she was tied up in the dark room by Patrick, she had experienced the former kind. of fear: Naturally, she wanted him to try this feeling, even if it was in another way.

Sure enough, when Cierra slowly approached Patrick with the dagger in her hand, Patrick’s face gradually turned cold. Cierra was not afraid.

She knew that Patrick had no strength at all at the moment, and his hands might even be trembling. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have handed over the task of cutting the rotten flesh to her, a pure newcomer who had never even seen serious injuries before.

Therefore, when Patrick released the signal of danger, the smile on Cierra’s face became even wider.

“Mr. Trevino, how deep do you think I should pierce to ensure that you can survive and make you feel full of pain?”

The blade swept across his wound. Although she didn’t touch it, for some reason, made him break out in a cold sweat, as if the pain was spreading.

his best to restrain himself from torturing her. “Hurry up

teeth and used a lot of strength to

speaking, he

out how to do it yet.

Cierra was frightened!

withdrew the dagger to

think about it. When the man fell heavily on

even higher, especially his head, which was so hot that it was almost enough to

cold outside, but Patrick seemed to be very cold. He kept leaning against

“Mr. Trevino?”

on his forehead, Cierra didn’t dare to joke with

need to do anything and he felt

pushed Patrick, who seemed to be a little unconscious because of the fall. He just leaned against her and

couldn’t help rolling

a lot of effort to push him away from her shoulder and help him lie down

moment that Cierra saw the dried bloodstains

night before she woke up. During this period, he didn’t get any bandages, and now it began

put the coat on Patrick’s lap. She took out a tool and prepared to fetch water in

up and was about to

“Where are you going?”

exerted a lot of strength in his

brows as she glanced at his arm. “Now, I’ll get some water. You’re having a terrible fever, so I have to

closed his eyes weakly and didn’t

coming out of

you

soon as he finished speaking, not to mention Cierra,

smooth things over. “You’d better hurry up. I don’t know what’s going on in the mountains at night. I don’t have the strength to collect your body if you

take care

looked at him with disdain and

the mountains at this

she would come out to find something to eat during

that no one dared

road. She kept complaining in her heart and cursed Patrick’s ancestors in