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.

find a hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t care what she becomes in the future, then just ignore

snorted. “Then why are you

inner cabin and pushed open the door to Cierra’s

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

was leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face

she heard the noise at the door, her

by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said

front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice

Patrick was speechless.

at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where

was restrained, and his

for a while, as if he wanted to see something from it.

remained. Especially her watery eyes, she was like a young child that had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she was born, and she was pitifully looking

a line of cold

did you call me?”

moment before biting her lip. Her eyes,

your heart. But no matter

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

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed that something was wrong.

know what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of the name “Aleah”, the big

ago, there was even news that Aleah committed suicide and was found out

plastic surgery to

she was still alive or not, she shouldn’t

not have called him

judge that there might be something wrong with her memory.

him, even

hand to stop him. “You go out first.’

stunned. He glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with

were left in

environment, the crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a little

body was weak, and crying consumed a lot of physical strength.

or because she didn’t want to look at the person in front

who pulled her out casually. “Have you cried enough?”