Divorced but Delighted

“But you didn’t agree with me.”

Cierra smiled at him and looked down at the dagger in her hand. She even raised her hand to try the blade.

The dagger shone with a cold light under the fire light, making the smile on Cierra’s face even colder.

“Mr. Trevino, I’m not a saint. I’m just stating my thoughts. But you said I was stupid. Don’t confuse my memory.”

“What’s the difference?”

Patrick gasped for breath and asked in confusion.

Cierra maintained her smile, “Of course there is.”

She slowly moved the dagger towards Patrick’s wound.

“I’m willing to save you because of your last bit of humanity. I don’t want to see you die. in the wilderness, but it doesn’t mean that I’ll believe such stupid words that a prodigal will regret and become a good person.

“I like what people on the Internet say very much. Why can bad people be forgiven just stopping what they are doing, while good people have to suffer?

“I saved you because you’re a human. I don’t want to treat you wholeheartedly because you’re not a good person. Do you understand?”

In the end, she didn’t cut Patrick’s wound with the dagger. After scaring him, she put it into the sheath.

The dagger was Patrick’s, but she didn’t know if this lunatic would go crazy again. She’d better hide it away herself.

Patrick looked at her coldly and sneered. “Do you think you’ll be safe if you take away a tiny dagger?”

“But, at the very least, you’ll have to ask me for help in your current state.”

Cierra did not express much of his mockery.

In this case, no matter how eloquent he was, he was still a paper tiger. She knew very well that a person who couldn’t even walk steadily was not dangerous.

She added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, then picked up the coat again and covered herself with it, intending to fall asleep again.

Before that, she calmly discussed her plan with Patrick.

you wake up tomorrow morning, you can lead the way, I can help you down the mountain to the hospital, or I can help you

his eyelids and

although people like you are a little more free-spirited, your principles should

“Miss Barton.”

finish her words,

“Have you watched too many TV series?

drag him down. Those old men in Washington D.C. might even kick him

Fairness?

about that, why would he be so bored as to play such a boring trick on

all because of those

he meant,

She nodded. “I see.”

he couldn’t guarantee her safety, she had

the coat, leaned against the stone wall, and closed

also planning what to do

respond to Patrick that

flickered with dim yellow light, the man who was still

Did she understand?

What did she understand?

out of the corner of his eye and saw a slender figure in a coat

the cleaning and treatment, compared with the previous sticky state, it was much better

and he didn’t continue

closed his eyes

felt something cold covering

had fallen into a

once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

couldn’t remember what kind of dream it was. He only knew that someone was by

but he was a

hated a person

see that person’s face clearly, nor could

willing to sink in

would never wake

a severe fever? He

a tall man and stepped into the forest step by step with her hands on