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.

forehead. He tried his best to restrain himself from torturing her. “Hurry up if you

lot of

finished speaking,

me. I haven’t figured out how to do it yet. What do

Cierra was frightened!

the dagger to

the man fell heavily on

head, which was so hot that it was almost enough to roast

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

“Mr. Trevino?”

his forehead, Cierra didn’t dare to joke with

his real retribution. She didn’t even need to do anything and he felt like he

of the fall. He just

couldn’t help rolling

teeth, she spent a lot of effort to push him

Cierra

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

on Patrick’s lap. She took out a tool and prepared

she got up and was about to leave,

“Where are you going?”

up all of a sudden. He exerted a lot of strength in his hand for a moment and then

get some water. You’re having a terrible fever,

closed his eyes weakly and

sound of Cierra coming out of the

will you be

not to mention Cierra, even Patrick himself

up. I don’t know what’s going on in the mountains

care of

looked at him with

else could there be in the mountains at this time of

was a beast in the mountains, she would come out to find something to

no one

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