Divorced but Delighted

When the fire burst out on the riverbank, a cruise ship was on the river.

As it went slowly, neon lights were reflected on the surface of the water, creating circles of ripples.

On the deck at the bow of the ship, Patrick’s suit rested casually on his shoulder.

He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the sudden explosion in the bungalow not far away, letting the autumn wind blow on his face wantonly. His eyes were full of smiles, and his well-defined fingers tapped rhythmically on the railing, as if he was playing classical piano music.

“Do you think the sparks are beautiful?”

When Patrick heard footsteps behind him, the rhythm of his fingertips became even stronger. He asked with a faint smile, “What’s wrong?”

Standing behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and glasses.

The man was expressionless. He stared at the fire on the riverbank for a while before. slowly saying, “Mr. Patrick, the lady you brought with you has woken up. Do you want to go and have a look?”

“She’s awake?”

Hearing this, Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked behind him in surprise.

He stopped admiring the magnificent fire on the deck and quickly walked into the cabin.

“How is she?”

On the way, he didn’t forget to ask.

The doctor followed behind Patrick. “Her condition is not very optimistic. Although she’s awake, she doesn’t seem to want to communicate with me. In addition, her wound may be infected.”

After all, the environment outside was not as good as that of the hospital. There were bacteria everywhere.

Although Cierra had suffered a lot in her early years, the Barton family treated her like a princess. Even a princess would panic when she slept on a pea, let alone a young lady with broken ribs.

Hearing this, Patrick stopped in his tracks and asked casually, “Can you solve it?”

Judging from his tone, Patrick didn’t care much.

Thinking that he had a fever in Mount Shasta for days without even treating his wound, he was still fine. Patrick felt that nothing would happen to Cierra.

a hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is

“Then why are

the inner cabin and pushed open the door

to maintain her life. In addition, she was hot, so her face was pale under the light.

headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered

at the door, her little head on the bed finally moved.

stopped by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said casually, “You’re awake?”

in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak and soft. “Draven…”

Patrick was speechless.

unusual, she stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with

body was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually

her pale face for a while, as if he wanted to see something

her watery eyes, she was like a young child that had been abandoned by her mother as

a line of cold words

did you call

Her eyes, which had already been filled with grievance, began

me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew up together. Can’t I call you like before just because I lost my parents

wronged, tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed that something was

between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of the name

there was even news that Aleah

had plastic surgery to make her debut

or not, she shouldn’t have appeared here

other words, she should not have

that there might be something wrong with her memory.

mention him, even Patrick knew about

his hand to stop him. “You go out

silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he

were

was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a

crying consumed a lot of physical strength.

didn’t know if it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to look at the person in front

was Patrick who pulled her out casually.