Divorced but Delighted

"Miss Barton, your eyes are so beautiful. It seems that I can't bear to let you die like this."

Patrick pinched her lightly and no longer increased his strength. He just looked down at her as if she was an ant, with pity and charity in his eyes. His thumb slowly slid down Cierra's chin, sliding down the blood vessels.

He suddenly loosened his grip and bent down slightly. His warm breath almost blew into Cierra's ear.

"How about this? If you beg me to let you go, I won't do anything to you. What do you think?"

Patrick tilted his head with a cold smile on his face, which made her feel a chill run down her spine.

Cierra's eyes were red as she looked at him. She clenched her teeth and endured everything she had suffered. Begging him?

Should she act like Aleah, pretending to be weak and delicate, crying and begging?

Or could it be that in order to survive, she had to put down her dignity?

Regardless of what sort of answer it might be, Cierra felt endless anger.

She took advantage of the moment when Patrick loosened his grip and spat at him. "Get lost!"

She didn't know if it was because she was too angry or she bit her lips too hard, but there was a fishy sweetness between her lips and teeth.

At the same time, the man's face was stained with bloody spittle.

What made Cierra even more disgusted was that not only was Patrick not angry, but he even sneered. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face and wiped his lips with his finger. "... Don't you feel disgusting?"

Cierra was unable to endure it any longer and she finally shouted those words.

As if he had heard something funny, Patrick tilted his head and looked down at her. "Disgusting? Who are you calling disgusting? Everyone in the world is disgusting. They're just wild beasts in a human skin. Why do they have to fill in some rules to restrain themselves? Isn't this hypocritical behavior disgusting?"

Crazy!

Cierra cursed in her heart and tried her best to suppress the emotions to calm herself down.

She was not waiting for death. When she realized that Patrick no longer had any intention of attacking her, her hands, which were tied behind the chair, moved again.

Unfortunately, her hands were tied up tightly. Even if she tried her best to struggle, there was nothing she could do.

Furthermore, due to the fact that she had fallen off once before, her left hand hurt whenever she moved it, let alone broke the rope a little looser.

Cierra closed her eyes and finally calmed down. She began to think about things carefully.

The earrings she was wearing had a positioning device, but in order to store electricity, she did not turn them on all the time. If she could press it, her brothers might be able to find her in time. But now that her hands were tied, she couldn't move them at all....

"What should I do?"

Cierra pursed her lips, feeling a little discouraged. When she opened her eyes, it was filled with anxiety.

At the same time, she looked up and met a pair of inquiring eyes.

That face was very similar to the one in her memory, but with a completely different temperament. It was right in front of her, and their dark eyes met.

Cierra was in fright and subconsciously looked away when she came back to her senses.

Damn it, at this time, she was actually thinking of the past through that face.

However, it didn't matter when she thought about it.

At this time, she could only seek joy in bitterness like this.

Thinking back to the past... In fact, she was quite lucky.

When she was young and ignorant, she fell in love with someone sincerely.

There was no need to consider anything else. At that age, love was pure love.

Whether it was because of Draven's good looks or because her mind had been restrained since she was a child, which kept telling her that she should marry him. She could still clearly feel her own feelings for him.

This reminded Cierra of a post on the Internet. Sometimes, it wasn't that she didn't like the person, but that she felt sorry for all the efforts she had made over the years.

It was not because that person was unworthy, but because she felt that she was unworthy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just as Cierra was emptying herself, she was suddenly interrupted by Patrick's cold voice.

At this moment, Cierra was annoyed when she saw him. "Mind your own business!"

She didn't want to pretend any longer with this lunatic. He was a pure pervert!

No matter what posture she made, she would become his toy. It was better for her to relax herself so that she would not have to be on tenterhooks all the time.

She would feel better if she just scolded him like this.

If this lunatic pinched her again, she would spit on him again.

He had better kill her. If he couldn't, she would at least disgust him back!

Patrick didn't get angry at her scolding. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Miss Barton, you really have a temper. You're already hardly able to save yourself. What's the point of bickering with me here?" Cierra glared at him. "Then what's your point? You treat everything as a game and tied me up here for no reason. You don't even have a purpose. What's the point of that? Are you just going to satisfy your ridiculous and stupid need for fun? Or are you so bored that you have to play tricks on me?"

"Who allowed you to talk to me like that?"

As if she had hit the sore spot, the laziness in Patrick's eyes suddenly disappeared.

All of the laziness turned into ice-cold icicles that stabbed straight at Cierra.

Cierra straightened her neck and said, "Come on! Kill me if you can. Don't let go of me like you haven't eaten anything! Kill me if you dare!"

He raised his hand and placed it on her neck. When he heard the angry roars from her, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

He snorted and narrowed his eyes as he sized up Cierra. "You're really interesting. No wonder that kid from the West family has been missing you for so many years."

"Bruno West?"

Hearing this name, Cierra froze for a moment.

Her understanding of Bruno was limited to the time they had spent together. In fact, she didn't know much about him.

That was not accurate. To be exact, what she was familiar with was Bruno, who appeared in front of her like a gentleman every day.

As for the methods written on the paper, which were about how he had personally replaced his scumbag father, she had never seen the man like that before. In fact, she was unable to even imagine it.

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Of course, Cierra didn't want to know either.

If the method was used to protect himself, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it even if it was dirty.

But just like the man in front of her, he only hurt innocent people and made fun of her. He was purely a bastard!

Cierra did not bother to ask Bruno about it. Instead, she suddenly became casual. It was as if she had seen through life and death and was not afraid of anything.

She even shouted arrogantly, "Hey, loosen the rope around me."

Hearing this, Patrick narrowed his eyes even more