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.

hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t

snorted. “Then why are

and pushed open the door to

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

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 looked very pitiful.

the door, her little head on

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

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

Patrick was speechless.

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

Patrick’s body was restrained, and his casual eyes

stared at her pale face for a while, as if

that had been abandoned by her mother as soon

a line of cold

you call me?”

lip. Her eyes, which had already been

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

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

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed that something was

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 make her debut

not, she shouldn’t have appeared

should not

there might be something wrong with

him, even Patrick knew about

raised his hand to stop him. “You go out

the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around

and Patrick were left in

obvious, and Cierra felt a little embarrassed when

consumed a lot of physical

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

it was Patrick who pulled her