Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Let's Make do with It

The wedding room.

If it weren't for Draven's words, Cierra wouldn't have any impression at all.

She raised her eyes and glanced around the room. The decoration was roughly the same as what she remembered. However, if she took a closer look, she would replace that it was obviously different.

Another cloakroom was added.

What's more, the carpet beside the bed was connected to the balcony outside, but it was covered by the curtain. Only after being reminded did Cierra notice it.

It used to be a window in her room.

Obviously, this room was not where she used to live. It was just that her belongings had been moved

here.

"You remember now?"

Looking at her expression, Draven said with certainty.

Cierra looked away and glanced at him indifferently. "Yes, thank you for reminding me, Mr. Trevino. I just remembered. I'm sorry, but I have to occupy your and your future wife's room tonight."

Draven choked and frowned. "Cierra, can't you talk nicely?"

Cierra curled her lips and said, "Mr. Trevino, how to talk nicely? Am I wrong? We will divorce sooner or later, and you will marry another woman sooner or later. You can't demolish the old house. There will always be a wedding room for you. Isn't this the best one?"

That was the truth. Once Draven got married again, even if he bought a new villa outside, they would definitely prepare a wedding room for them in the old house.

It was obvious that this room had been renovated in the master bedroom on the second floor of the old house. If they wanted to remodel the wedding room, they would have to do it on the basis of this room. Cierra's words were right.

"But we haven't divorced yet."

Draven stared at the beautiful face and suppressed his anger.

The smile on Cierra's face widened.

She raised her eyes, looked around the room, and finally called out his name. "Draven."

She didn't call him Mr. Trevino, nor did she call him by name when she was angry. Instead, her tone was indifferent, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. Cierra withdrew her gaze and looked at the man's face.

"When I married you, I set off from the Boyle family and completed the wedding ceremony with you in the hotel. You left the hotel halfway and left me there alone. In the end, I was sent to Stream Villa and waited for you there alone. What I waited for was the news that you asked me to go abroad."

"I've never been to this wedding room, let alone seen it. So what if I've heard of it and forgotten it?"

Cierra had been staring at Draven's face the whole time. When she saw his anger gradually disappear and his face darken, she suddenly felt the pleasure of revenge.

She thought. "Will he care that I have forgotten about the wedding room?

"Doesn't he not even care about this marriage?

"When he saw me off, he didn't hesitate at all. Why does he hypocritically call me Mrs. Trevino

now?

"I don't want to hear it.

"I will no longer be full of expectations and fantasies like before.

"I will do the same as he did in the past, crushing the hope without hesitation. Sooner or later, I will replace all the special things that belongs to him with other things."

"I'm going to wash up. Since Mr. Trevino can't go out, we have to make do with this room tonight.'

Cierra picked up her clothes again and felt much more relaxed after saying those words. She even began to discuss with Draven where to sleep.

"By the way, Mr. Trevino, are you going to sleep on the sofa or the floor tonight? You're too tall. Why don't you take out another quilt from the cabinet and sleep on the ground? It is just one night. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Draven looked up at her without saying a word.

Cierra didn't care at all and looked straight into Draven's eyes. "Mr. Trevino, do you want me to

sleep on the sofa? After all, I'm a guest, and I'm a girl..."

"Cierra..."

Draven couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her. His low voice was replaced by anger again.

Cierra waved her hand and smiled. She turned around and walked into the bathroom with the towel

and clothes in her arms.

After Cierra closed the door, the anger on Draven's face slowly faded away.

He got up from the sofa, pointed his hands, and then curled up slightly. His thumb rubbed the joints of his index finger, and his eyes narrowed as he looked around the room.

Not to mention that Cierra had never lived here before, he had never lived here either.

Old Mr. Trevino suddenly fell ill and his body quickly sank. His dying wish was to see them get

married.

Draven had forgotten how he felt when he promised Old Mr. Trevino. He was probably a little annoyed, but he didn't refuse.

Afterwards, he married Cierra and they moved out of the house.

Old Mr. Trevino had told him about it in the hospital when the room was renovated.

Old Mr. Trevino said that no matter what, the wedding room should be prepared. There would always be a time when they came back to live. He couldn't let the young couple spend the Christmas in the villa, and it would be more lively if they stayed in the old house.

Old Mr. Trevino also said that on the day of their marriage, the young couple stayed in the villa. No matter what, they had to go back to the old house the next day. Although there were not many people in the Trevino family's generation, the elders were watching.

"What else did he say?" Draven couldn't remember.

He only knew that what he was impatient to listen to back then had now become a dream in his

mind.

If it weren't for Aleah, or if he hadn't sent Cierra away, would the story really develop as Ernest had

said?

When he got off work and returned to Stream Villa, there would be food that she had prepared for him everyday.

During Christmas or some other festivals, he would go back to the old house with her to pay his respects to his deceased father and had dinner with his mother. Just like tonight, he could even participate in it. Unlike now, when he turned around to look, there was no one by his side.

"Draven, are you outside?"

A sound suddenly came from the bathroom, breaking the man's thoughts.

Draven turned around and looked behind him. He only saw a little steam rising from the bathroom

door, and the woman's voice became more obvious.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Draven walked over and stopped not far away from the door like a gentleman, looking at the door with a small crack.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Can you... can you help me replace another set of pajamas in the cloakroom? I accidentally wet my clothes just now," Cierra said hesitantly.

"Wait a minute."

Without thinking too much, Draven went to the cloakroom to look for her clothes.

If he thought about it a little, he could tell that something was wrong with Cierra's words. The bathroom was separated. How stupid was she to be able to get her pajamas wet?

At this moment, the stupid woman in the bathroom was looking at the clothes in her hand angrily.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Cierra really couldn't figure out how a businessman could be so stingy. How could he make pajamas like this? There was so little cloth.

She didn't expect that this dress was given to her by Anna.

Cierra couldn't figure it out, nor did she want to think about it.

Even though she was sure that Draven wouldn't do anything to her even if she went out dressed like that, she had to save her face!

Now, she could only hope that Draven could replace her a suitable dress in the cloakroom.

After a while, Draven knocked on the door with his fingers. His low voice sounded a little

embarrassed.

"There are no extra pajamas in the cloakroom, only some ready-made clothes and winter clothes. I took my shirt. Would you... like to make do with it?"