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.

as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t care what she

“Then why are you panicking?”

entered the inner cabin and pushed open the door to Cierra’s room.

been in a coma for a few days and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In addition, she was hot, so

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

door,

He lowered his

raised her eyes. When she saw the face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak

Patrick was speechless.

unusual, she stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where am I?”

was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually became serious.

her pale face for a while, as

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

long time, and a line of cold words slipped out of his

you

moment before biting her lip. Her eyes, which had already been filled with

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

made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked at her would feel their

~”Mr. Trevino…”

noticed that

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

surgery to make her debut again.

matter if she was still alive or not, she shouldn’t have

other words, she should not have called him

he could roughly judge that there might be

even

Patrick raised his hand to stop

glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with no expression

Cierra and Patrick were

and Cierra felt a little embarrassed when she heard

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

know if it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to

pulled her out casually. “Have you cried