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 becomes in

snorted. “Then why

the inner cabin and pushed

days and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her life.

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

she heard the noise at the door, her

by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said

her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and

Patrick was speechless.

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

was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually became serious.

stared at her pale face for a while, as if he

innocence and pity 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

her for a long time, and a line of cold words slipped out of

you call

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

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

from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that

~”Mr. Trevino…”

Patrick noticed that

he didn’t know what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of

news that Aleah

had plastic surgery to make

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

words, she should not have

could roughly judge that there might be

even Patrick

his voice, Patrick raised his hand to stop him. “You go

and said nothing. Then he

Cierra and Patrick were

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

lot of physical

tears on her face. She didn’t know if it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to look

the end, it was Patrick who pulled her