Divorced but Delighted

Cierra glared at him and looked away.

However, she caught a very important clue from his words. She was not in another place, but in the Trevino Family's old house.

This is the place where Draven had been punished when he was a child, which was under an old tree at the back of the Trevino family's old house.

At that time, she only believed that they locked Draven up for closed study. She had never thought that there would be such a story behind it. Thinking about it, this house should have been abandoned after Ernest Trevino's health deteriorated and Draven began to take over the Trevino Group.

In other words, before she knew it, Draven was silently enduring some unbearable psychological torture.

Did that mean...

But it was meaningless to think too much about it. The past has happened. Even if she knew that sometimes he might not have done it out of his own conscience, the consequences had already appeared. Talking too much was just an excuse to make both sides feel better.

Cierra didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She only knew that at this moment, the strong hatred in her heart seemed to never be touched again. Those feelings of unwillingness and resentment towards Draven in the past seemed to have blown away like the wind.

Perhaps it was even earlier when Draven was seriously injured and fell down in front of her in Los Angeles.

But at that time, she didn't have the mood to care about anything else. She could only do what she should do according to the instructions in her mind, so she naturally thought that those grudges had been buried in the deep sea, but she hardly realized that they had already been extinguished by the fire.

"Miss Barton, what are you thinking about?"

Patrick was very dissatisfied with her sudden distraction. He watched as the expression on her face slowly changed from fear and anger to calmness and relief, as if she had figured out something that had troubled her for a long time.

How could this be?

Why was she still trying to reconcile with herself in such a situation?

"Miss Barton, I'm asking you. What were you thinking about just now?"

Patrick was very dissatisfied with Cierra's reaction. He approached the woman in the chair again and stared at her with his cold eyes.

Cierra raised her eyes and said in a normal tone, "I was thinking about Draven. It turns out that he has suffered so much."

She was frank and looked around.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly felt that Patrick's black pupils shrank slightly, and the coldness around him became more.

Cierra didn't miss the expression on his face, nor did she make any unnecessary reactions. She continued to chat casually.

"According to Mr. Trevino's words, the place where you locked me up should be the Trevino family's old house, right? The most dangerous place is the safest place. Is that what you think?"

"Huh..."

Patrick reached out his hand and pinched her face. "Put away your wits."

"Do you think you can change anything by guessing your position? All the instruments in this room have been blocked. Even if you have other equipment, they will not be able to receive it. As for you, how can you escape with your thin arms and legs?"

Cierra's face was pinched, and her eyes suddenly looked more innocent. "I didn't have any other intentions. I was just curious. Besides, you just blocked me here to play with them and see how long it would take for them to find me. Or, when they can guess your thoughts correctly?"

Before she could finish her words, the strength on her face suddenly increased and interrupted her.

Patrick said in a threatening tone, "Miss Barton, you don't seem to understand me."

Cierra only felt like rolling her eyes.

Idiot!

It was just because his thoughts had been seen through that he flied into a rage from embarrassment. However, she could not show such an arrogant expression in front of him when he was staring at her.

She blinked innocently and mumbled, "Then I was wrong. Could you let go of my hand?"

She deliberately opened her mouth very hard, as if she was so painful that saliva splashed out and fell on the hand on her face.

Cierra still put on a pitiful look and blinked at Patrick with grievance.

"Please..."

Patrick's face darkened. He looked down at her for a while and silently let go of her hand.

The force on her cheeks dissipated, and Cierra coughed, glancing sideways at the man.

Seeing that Patrick expressionlessly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and was about to wipe his fingers, she immediately spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Trevino. I really couldn't control myself just now and caused you trouble. I'm very sorry."

She said sorry, but there was no hint of apology on her face at all. She straightened her back and didn't look guilty at all. It was obvious that she was very self-righteous. Patrick paused and looked sideways at her again.

Cierra forced a smile.

Patrick sneered as he suddenly retracted his handkerchief. His fingers, which had pinched Cierra's face, reached out to wipe the clothes on her shoulders.

Cierra was speechless.

He looked down at the stiff-faced woman and withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

He took a step back and sized up the woman who was still in a daze with interest. He chuckled and said, "Don't play these childish tricks. If I weren't so bored right now, do you think you would still be able to si here?"

Cierra recovered after a moment and sighed softly. "I didn't play any tricks. I really didn't do it on purpose."

She could tell that...

The more serious she was, the more Patrick would tease her. The more playful she was, the more unhappy he would be.

Therefore, it was better for her to start playing. It was quite interesting.

As she had expected, Patrick became serious and stopped teasing her. "I won't tie you up for too long, but you have to pray that your brothers... Oh, and your childhood sweetheart and Bruno will come as soon as possible."

Cierra smiled at him and sat down on the chair quietly.

But after a moment of silence, she raised her head again. "Is there really nothing to eat?"

Patrick took out a lighter from his pocket and was playing with it from time to time.

When he heard her voice, he looked at her coldly.

"You can still have appetite?"

"But I'm really hungry."

Cierra sighed helplessly and looked at him pitifully. "I haven't eaten anything since this

morning. I only ate little in the L'Opera Restaurant before you brought me here. It should be dark outside by now, right? You're keeping an eye on me when you are full. Even if I feel disgusting, I'm still hungry." There was still no expression on Patrick's face, but he stopped playing with the lighter in his hand. His dark eyes seemed to be saying, "Act, continue acting."

Having received no response from him, Cierra could only sigh heavily. "If you don't give me anything to eat, just loosen the rope around my hand. It really hurts." "Miss Barton."

Patrick suddenly sat up straight and said with a cold face, "You don't seem to understand. I've told you not to play such childish and boring tricks." The atmosphere suddenly froze.

After three seconds of silence, Cierra suddenly spoke.

"Then... I beg you?