Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 115

Chapter 115 The Wedding House in the Old House

Draven glanced at her indifferently and curled his lips. "Okay, open the door and I'll get out of here right away."

Hearing this, Cierra came to her senses and remembered the voice that came from behind her when she was sending a message to William.

However, she didn't know that Draven was in the bathroom at that time, so she didn't take it

seriously.

If it was true.....

Cierra looked up and met Draven's smiling eyes. She couldn't help gritting her teeth.

She didn't believe it and walked toward the door.

Sure enough, the door was locked.

Cierra angrily twisted the doorknob a few times, but it still couldn't be opened. She was so angry

that she kicked the door open.

Behind her, Draven, who had witnessed everything, couldn't help laughing.

"You're still laughing!"

Cierra turned around and glared at him.

After returning to the country, Cierra had thought of being schemed against by the Boyle family and even by Draven, but she had never thought that Sue would scheme against her. And the other party" was Draven!

At the thought of being in the same room with Draven tonight, Cierra was burning with anger.

Especially when she saw there was a lazy look and a smile on Draven's face, she became even more

angry,

Regardless of Draven's muscular body, Cierra asked directly, "Draven, did you do it on purpose?"

"What?"

Draven was stunned for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses.

When he met Cierra's angry gaze, the smile on his face did not fade.

"I did it on purpose? Cierra, use your smart little head. If I had done it on purpose, I would have done something to you when you got drunk and snuggled into my arms last time. Why should I wait

until now?"

"Draven, you..."

Cierra's face turned red. On the one hand, it was red with anger, while the other was red with

shame.

"It was impossible that I snuggled into your arms!"

Cierra's momentum weakened, but her voice was not low.

After getting drunk, she couldn't remember anything, so she didn't have the confidence to refute.

According to Ryan, it was indeed Draven who had taken her away that day, and it couldn't be

excluded that she...

"How can you be sure that it's impossible for you to snuggle into my arms? You can't remember anything after drinking so much. Do you want me to use my connections to get the surveillance footage of the Ninth Club and see how active Mrs. Trevino was that day?"

Draven deliberately drawled as he looked at Cierra's expression of shame and indignation. The smile on his face widened.

The last sentence, especially the words "Mrs. Farrell", was particularly clear.

Cierra was so angry that she almost rushed over to cover Draven's mouth.

But when she saw the man's naked body, she resisted the urge and glared at him angrily and said,

"Stop it."

"Where's the hairdryer?" Draven asked.

He asked casually.

Cierra didn't want to look at him. She walked around him and took her phone to the sofa. "In the

bathroom cabinet."

When she used to live here, the hairdryer was usually placed there. If Anna hadn't moved, it should

still be there.

Draven glanced at her and saw that she was looking at her phone unhappily. He didn't say anything more and went to the bathroom with a towel.

Soon, there was a buzzing noise from inside.

Cierra's mind was in a mess as she randomly tapped her phone.

She couldn't tell her brothers about being locked up in the same room with Draven, but she was not in the mood to say something to them.

This made her even more upset. Cierra scrolled through her phone to vent her anger.

The sound in the bathroom stopped. She threw her phone on the

fee table and fell onto the sofa.

That was the scene that came into his sight as soon as Draven came out.

Cierra buried her head in the corner of the sofa and lay on it with her body tilted. Her lower body was hanging on the ground, and her movements looked extremely funny. The smile on Draven's face had long disappeared. He had just wanted to tease Cierra, but now that he looked at her again, he knew that Cierra really didn't want to stay with him. After a moment of silence at the door, Draven walked towards Cierra.

"Go wash up. No matter how much you don't want to stay with me for one night, it will pass after a night's sleep."

He sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water.

Cierra's eyes were closed, but when hearing his voice, she opened them and sat up. She looked at Draven coldly and asked, "Do you really want to sleep in the same room as me?" Draven shrugged and said, "What can I do? My mother locked us together, and I can't get out. You can't let me jump out of the window, right? Can you take care of me when I'm lame?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cierra threw a pillow at him and said, "Draven, why didn't I replace you so mean before?"

During the meal, Draven was as silent as a mute. Now, he was so talkative.

Take care of him? Dream on! He might just die!

As if he could read her mind, Draven avoided the pillow and glanced at her. "Mrs. Trevino, I advise you not to curse me to death. The divorce procedures haven't been completed yet. If I die, you won't be able to remove your title as Mrs. Trevino for the rest of your life."

"If you die, I'll remarry immediately!"

However, Draven smiled and said, "Then I'll try my best to live longer."

This topic made Cierra realize that something was wrong. As she spoke, she fell into his trap.

"Do you have any shame? You live longer? Even if you live longer, we have to get a divorce!"

The man sitting opposite her finally stopped smiling.

He looked up at Cierra and did not say anything else.

The room fell silent all of a sudden.

After a long while, he drank a cup of water and then broke the silence.

He put down the cup and said gently to Cierra, "Go and have a rest. I won't do anything to you. I can sleep on the sofa or on the floor. It's getting late. It's more difficult for you to waste your time here. You can't quarrel with me all night, can you? You might as well sleep. What do you think?"

That was the truth. Cierra was just angry.

But there was no better way at the moment.

She got up from the sofa and took the clothes prepared by Anna.

Before entering the bathroom, Cierra looked back at Draven and couldn't help but want to scold

him.

"Draven, you said that Anna asked you to live in this room. Are you stupid? Everything in this room is mine, and you went in. How can you say that I'm stupid?"

Draven raised his eyes and snorted. "Mrs. Trevino, when you wash up, think about what's the difference between this room and the one you used to live in."

Cierra frowned.

Just by looking at her expression, Draven knew that she had forgotten everything.

But at the same time, he also felt a little worried. His pajamas were extremely loose, but he still felt his chest stuffy and flustered.

He spoke as he fixed his gaze on Cierra.

"This is the wedding room we changed after we got married. Have you forgotten?"