Divorced but Delighted

Patrick sneered disdainfully. "If you want to hurt me, why wait until now? You don't. even have to come back today. You can leave me here alone and wait for death."

Without food and water, he could not guarantee the basic energy needs of the human body. He had no choice but to wait for death.

If she really wanted to kill him, why did she bother to dirty her hands?

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Cierra smiled.

"You think too much. I didn't want you to die at all. If I stab you, it's just revenge for what you've done to me in the past two days. After all, you pinched me like this, so you have to pay something, right, Mr. Trevino?"

She touched her neck with a harmless smile.

The dagger in Cierra's hand made her words seem rather credible.

The cave suddenly quieted down, and the sound of firewood burning could be heard.

Patrick raised his eyes to look at her, and the weakness in his eyes suddenly turned into a seriousness.

Cierra was very satisfied with his expression.

Most of the fear in the world came from the unknown.

Of course, there was also a portion that came from knowing, but had to quietly wait for danger to descend.

It was like informing a death row criminal of the execution time, and then reminding him every single day. This process should be extremely torturous for him.

When she was tied up in the dark room by Patrick, she had experienced the former kind. of fear: Naturally, she wanted him to try this feeling, even if it was in another way.

Sure enough, when Cierra slowly approached Patrick with the dagger in her hand, Patrick's face gradually turned cold. Cierra was not afraid.

She knew that Patrick had no strength at all at the moment, and his hands might even be trembling. Otherwise, he wouldn't have handed over the task of cutting the rotten flesh to her, a pure newcomer who had never even seen serious injuries before.

Therefore, when Patrick released the signal of danger, the smile on Cierra's face became even wider.

"Mr. Trevino, how deep do you think I should pierce to ensure that you can survive and make you feel full of pain?"

The blade swept across his wound. Although she didn't touch it, for some reason, made him break out in a cold sweat, as if the pain was spreading.

Cold sweat gathered on Patrick's forehead. He tried his best to restrain himself from torturing her. "Hurry up if you want to do it. Don't dawdle."

He gritted his teeth and used a lot of strength to speak, probably because of anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly collapsed to the side.

"Don't try to blackmail me. I haven't figured out how to do it yet. What do you mean by leaning on the dagger?"

Cierra was frightened!

She quickly withdrew the dagger to prevent Patrick's injuries from worsening.

But she didn't have time to think about it. When the man fell heavily on her, the experience of daytime seemed to have reappeared.

Unlike in the daytime, his body temperature was even higher, especially his head, which was so hot that it was almost enough to roast eggs.

It was cold outside, but Patrick seemed to be very cold. He kept leaning against her like a child.

"Mr. Trevino?"

Noticing the temperature on his forehead, Cierra didn't dare to joke with him anymore.

This was his real retribution. She didn't even need to do anything and he felt like he was about to die.

She pushed Patrick, who seemed to be a little unconscious because of the fall. He just leaned against her and didn't move anymore.

Cierra couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Gritting her teeth, she spent a lot of effort to push him away from her shoulder and help him lie down near the fire.

It was also at this moment that Cierra saw the dried bloodstains on the ground.

A large area. It was estimated that he had been bleeding since last night before she woke up. During this period, he didn't get any bandages, and now it began to get inflamed and hot.

Cierra silently withdrew her gaze and put the coat on Patrick's lap. She took out a tool and prepared to fetch water in the dark.

When she got up and was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Where are you going?"

The man seemed to have woken up all of a sudden. He exerted a lot of strength in his hand for a moment and then loosened it weakly.

Cierra furrowed her brows as she glanced at his arm. "Now, I'll get some water. You're having a terrible fever, so I have to give you a cold compress. The water I got this afternoon shouldn't be enough." Patrick closed his eyes weakly and didn't say anything else.

Hearing the sound of Cierra coming out of the cave, he suddenly added.

"When will you be back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, not to mention Cierra, even Patrick himself was stunned.

He turned his head away as if trying to smooth things over. "You'd better hurry up. I don't know what's going on in the mountains at night. I don't have the strength to collect your body if you die." "Tsk, take care of yourself first!"

Cierra looked at him with disdain and turned to leave.

What else could there be in the mountains at this time of the year?

If she was a beast in the mountains, she would come out to find something to eat during the day and curl up in the evening to keep warm.

It was so cold that no one dared to come out.

Cierra walked slowly along the road. She kept complaining in her heart and cursed Patrick's ancestors in passing.

At this moment,

The people in the cave slowly opened his eyes after Cierra left.

With one person less, the cave suddenly became quiet.

The firewood burned with a whoosh, occasionally splashing out a trace of sparks, falling on the ground and then extinguished.

The moon in the sky was moving and slowly sprinkled on Patrick's hand, which he couldn't see before.

He lowered his gaze, and the image of Cierra leaning against the entrance of the cave and looking up at the sky suddenly appeared in his mind.

Thinking of this, he also looked up.

The sky was full of stars, and around the moon, there was only one lone light, which was still very far away.

This was a scenery he had never seen before. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It was rare to see such a sky in the city, and few people would look up at the stars in the city full of neon lights. The moon was quite common.

However, he couldn't understand why someone would like the moon.

In particular, there was a very stupid poem-sharing the same moonlight, just like we are gathering together forever.

Everyone was lonely in this world. Why do they have to gather?

If satisfied with the six elements and obtained the basic energy, people would be able to survive. As for the extra desires, such as eating delicious food and women, after they were dealt with, it seemed like there was only boredom left in this world.

He didn't know what was so good about the moon.

But at this moment, there seemed to be nothing else to do but look at the stars and the moon.

If it weren't for the fact that he was exhausted, he would have even sat in the same" position as Cierra and propped up his chin with his hand to look at the sky.

She was innocent and naive, but he was yearning for it.

But why hadn't she come back yet?

It had been a long time.

Did something happen to that stupid woman?