Divorced but Delighted

"But I can't control myself. Otherwise..."

Cierra wanted to say that if he was unwilling, he could find a subordinate to chat with her or pull her up, but when she turned her head, she realized that there was no one else around except for Patrick.

She didn't know where they were, and whether the positioning device on her earring could connect to the signal or not was a problem.

If this man intended to leave her alone in the barren mountain, there seemed to be nothing she could do.

However, Cierra was not so pessimistic at the moment.

If Patrick wanted to kill her, he would have countless opportunities.

He could kill her at L'Opera Restaurant or the small house. There was no need to bring her to the barren mountain and carry her over personally.

He was a madman, not a fool.

After making sure that her life was not in danger for the time being, Cierra decided to do as she was told.

Otherwise, if something really happened in the deep mountains, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"Have you made your decision?"

"What decision?"

Cierra, who was lost in thought, was suddenly interrupted and asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to join me and play this game with me?"

Raindrops from the trees in the mountains gathered and fell, hitting Patrick on the forehead. The raindrops slid down his nose like a drop of delicate tears.

If he hadn't been so arrogant, it would have been a delicate picture of a beauty crying.

In the words of praising those superstars on the Internet, it was called- the broken feeling.

But Cierra knew very well that she could not be fooled by this man's appearance.

Although he had the same face as Draven, he was completely different from Draven.

When Draven was a jerk, he was indifferent to her verbally at most, but he had never done anything illegal.

If she had really been deceived by the face; she would have died outside long ago.

Cierra retracted her gaze from him to her tied-up wrist and she forced a smile.

"I don't think I have a choice. I have no other choice but to consider participating in your game."

"Yes, so I'm asking if you've made up your mind."

In other words, if she didn't make up her mind, he could let her continue to think about Cierra understood this verbal trick, but she still couldn't help asking, "What if I refuse to participate in your game, Mr. Trevino?"

Patrick chuckled as if he was looking at an idiot. "You said you had no choice and you asked such a stupid question. Miss Barton, did you eat too much just now and get your brain burned?" Cierra was speechless.

Well, she was in a passive position now. If she refused, who knew what this lunatic would do to her?

Even if Patrick didn't do anything and left her here, she had no choice but to wait for someone to to save her. After all, she couldn't walk with her legs tied up.

If she could walk, it didn't matter even if her hands were tied.

Cierra hid her thoughts and forced a smile. "I'm just joking. Please don't take it to heart, Mr. Trevino."

So let's go."

Patrick had enough rest. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. His expression suddenly turned cold. He walked over and pulled Cierra up from the ground, intending to carry her again. Cierra clasped her hands together and pressed them against him. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Well... Mr. Trevino, aren't you tired of carrying me all the time? Why don't you untie the rope on my leg? I'll go with you, so..."

Her voice became softer and softer when she met the cold gaze. She was afraid that if she said one more word, she would be thrown into the wilderness by this lunatic.

She might as well shut up.

She forced a smile and pretended to be weak and at the mercy of others.

To her surprise, she thought that he would ignore her words and carry her like a sack. However, after glancing at her, he bent down and untied the hemp rope that bound her feet.

Having lost the bindings and being able to move her feet, Cierra immediately felt much better.

She walked around for a while like a fool who had just tamed her limbs. She smiled, unaware of the danger at the moment.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment. He looked down at his watch and interrupted her in a cold voice, "Miss Barton, look at how happy you are. Do you want me to help you untie your hands and stay here all the time?"

Cierra was so engrossed that she almost nodded in agreement.

But when she looked up to his unhappy black eyes, she had no choice but to apologize humbly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Trevino. What are we going to do next?"

When Patrick met her bright eyes, he felt a little impatient. He was so annoyed that he suddenly regretted it that he had tied her up here on a whim.

But at this point, there seemed to be no turning back.

He couldn't just play half of the game.

He pulled out a warm smile and pulled her closer to him. He tied her right hand with his left hand with the hemp rope that had tied her feet just now. He even tied a very complicated knot. Cierra was speechless.

Patrick was very satisfied with her expression. He smiled and raised his hand to pat dirty face.

"Of course, let's start on our escape route. Didn't Miss Barton promise me."

"You have already decided to join this game with me."

Escape? Game?

His tone was very gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth shocked Cierra.

This man was getting crazier and crazier.

Even in that pitch-black room, Cierra didn't feel that much shock.

On the one hand, she had experienced more cruel things than that. On the other hand, when she was a child, she had practiced the situation of being kidnapped with Draven, so even if she was afraid, she didn't feel surprised.

But now, she really didn't understand what the lunatic in front of her was thinking.

First, he carried her into the mountain, and then he asked her to participate in his escape. She couldn't understand what he was thinking.

However, if she could understand the logic of a lunatic, she would probably be out of her mind.

Cierra had no choice but to follow the hemp rope on her wrist and set foot on this path. of neither destination nor return with Patrick.

She didn't know how long she had walked. She stumbled all the way and could only hold This lunatic acted as if he didn't know how to get red. He didn't care about Cierra at all, who was held behind him all the way. He just kept walking forward with his head down. His steps were big, and he didn't stop at all to wait for her.

From time to time, Cierra needed to run after him. When she was exhausted, she cursed in her heart and even wanted to kick him in the ass.

If she had known this, she wouldn't ask Patrick to untie the ropes on her feet. She should have let this lunatic carry her on his shoulders so that she wouldn't have to suffer! Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

While she was cursing, Patrick, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

Cierra was caught off guard, she bumped into the man's sturdy back. It hurt so much that her nose twitched and she almost burst into tears.

What was even more hateful was that her hands were tied to Patrick's, and she couldn't even raise her hands to comfort herself.

When Patrick turned around, he met her red eyes, which were full of complaint and grievance