Divorced but Delighted

"What?"

Cierra cursed all the way, but when she suddenly heard the person behind her speak, she didn't react for a moment.

Obviously, Patrick had no intention of repeating himself. He held the stone wall and sat down again.

The pain made his face change. He closed his eyes and endured for a long time before he came to his senses.

It wasn't that Cierra didn't hear what he said, but she didn't quite understand what he meant.

At this time, she finally understood why the man endured the wounds on his body and went out. It was probably because she hadn't come back for a long time that he planned to go out and look for her. Feeling the joy of teasing him, Cierra couldn't help teasing him. "Say, Mr. Trevino, are you worried that I'll be in danger outside, so you went out to look for me?"

"How is this possible..."

Before Patrick could open his eyes, he retorted.

When he opened his eyes, his entire body suddenly froze.

The cold sweat on his forehead was soothed by a burst of coolness, and the irritability and depression all over his body seemed to be relieved by the cold wet cloth.

He did not even notice that Cierra was so close to him when he closed his eyes.

At this time, an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.

In the past, those women were nothing more than a kind of physical release.

This was the first time that he had allowed a strange woman to approach him without any rejection.

Cierra was focused on taking care of Patrick. If she knew what he was thinking, she would slap him on his face.

She put a wet cloth on his forehead and said in a casual tone.

"I'm just joking. Who doesn't know that you're a lunatic? You came out to look for me

just because you're afraid that I'll run away. You're really sick. If I wanted to run, why would I have to wait until the evening? It's just that I'm kind and can't bear to see my own kind dying alone on the top of the mountain. Ask yourself, if it were someone else, will he stab you to death?"

Cierra chattered non-stop, and her busy work did not stop either.

She didn't just go out for water. She also divided her shirt, kept some for him to bandage the wound, and wet the rest as a physical antipyretic cotton cloth.

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She had only gone out for a short while before this person caught up to her.

Cierra also suddenly felt a bit lucky that she didn't run out during the day.

According to this madman's temper, if she was caught before she could find William, who knew what would happen to her?

As the saying goes, the more friends you have, the better.

Although Cierra didn't know why Patrick looked for her.

However, based on the fact that he had dragged her out of the lake, she felt that it was still possible for her to build a good relationship with Mr. Patrick.

It was not good to offend people too much in business. She had to think about the Barton family.

Although, she didn't know if her decision was right.

Cierra wrung out a piece of cotton cloth. Just as she was about to ask Patrick to remove the clothes on the wound, she heard a cold snort from the man. "Kind? Miss Barton, you said you were kind?"

The sarcasm in his words made Cierra feel inexplicably uncomfortable, so she stopped talking.

"What else can I do? Don't tell me you are kind?"

Cierra wished she could smash the cotton cloth on Patrick's face or stuff it into his mouth to shut him up.

In a fit of anger, she suddenly didn't want to do anything. She just glared at Patrick.

Perhaps the cold compress on Patrick's forehead made him feel a little better, and the arrogance in his bones rose again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the fuming Cierra and the mockery on his face grew even more intense.

"Miss Barton, you yourself said that I'm a madman. Instead of killing a lunatic, you tried your best to take care of him at night. How can this be called kindness? Outside, you'll be scolded as a goody-goody. Do you understand?"

Under the dim light of the fire, Cierra's expression slowly turned solemn.

It wasn't that she was angry, but as soon as Patrick finished speaking, she suddenly realized that there was no point in arguing with this lunatic.

So she calmed down.

"I just loved life and gave great help to others, but ignored my own interests.

"But some people think that this behavior was mostly to complete others but hurt myself in the end. What a pure idiot. Is this what Mr. Trevino means?" Patrick snorted and didn't say anything.

Cierra felt an itch in her throat. She took a sip of water and said, "I don't agree with you. If being kind is also a mistake, then the world is really terrible."

Patrick was still silent.

"As for myself, I know very well what I'm doing. Indeed, in your eyes, I might be an idiot. I helped someone who hurt me. I even brought you water in the late night to relieve your fever. After you recovered, you might even threaten me again, strangle my neck, and tell me.

"Miss Barton, you are so stupid. If you had stabbed me to death, things wouldn't have happened today."

Thinking of this, Cierra started to laugh.

On the other side, Patrick's eyes were cold.

He looked over as if he was looking at an idiot.

After Cierra smiled, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She looked up at Patrick and said indifferently, "I don't know what will happen if I save you, nor do I know how you will treat me and my family in the future. But I hope that you can let go of my family out of your instinct. I don't care about anything else.

"Additionally, the most important reason why I turned back was because I felt that I could not look directly at the death of my own kind.

"Patrick, you and I tried our best to survive in the lake. I think it's a pity to let you die like that. You told me before that you survived in a desperate situation, so you should understand how important life is." Patrick was still silent.

"Actually, I don't want to talk to you about this. I've experienced a lot of malice since I was a child. However, I seem to have met a lot of good people. My teacher, Freddy, and my family. It seems there is no shortage of good people in this world, so I still believe that people are born to be good. Patrick, I may understand that some things you do are because you are bored, but I hope that you can stop and look back at the stars and the moon."

Look at the universe.

Look at how small humans were.

Why did he have to do these things that were harmful to others and himself for the sake of the so-called fun?

As soon as she finished speaking, there was only the sound of firewood in the cave.