Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Do You Want Me to Leave Now?

There was no sound from the bathroom for a long time.

After a long while, Cierra spoke again.

"Can't you replace it? It doesn't matter if it's thicker...

Cierra thought. "Although it is early summer, the temperature at night is not high. Moreover, the Trevino family's old house is built on the mountain, and I might need to cover with a quilt according to the temperature at night, so it is okay to wear thick clothes.

"Anyway, everything is better than the two pieces of cloth in my hands."

Draven fell silent as well.

After a while, he said, "I've searched all the places I can replace. Why don't you wear your old clothes and come out first? Then you can look for it yourself."

Draven was about to leave.

"Wait!" When Cierra saw through the frosted glass that the figure was about to leave, she could only shout, "Give me the shirt..."

Then, the bathroom door was slightly opened, and the woman's slender arms stretched out.

The only flaw was that there was a scar on her arm that broke the beauty.

Although it was just a shallow cut, it was obvious that it was imprinted on her white skin, as if there was a dark crack in the white jade, which made people feel uncomfortable. Draven stood still and stared at the scar. In the end, it was covered by the door and he couldn't see anything else.

Draven thought. "How many scars are there on her body

this?

"At the last dinner party, only her back was exposed, and the mottled marks were shocking and

unforgettable.

"Unexpectedly, there are scars in other places..."

In the bathroom, Cierra didn't get the clothes for a long time. She slightly enlarged the gap between the door and the frame. Covering herself with the bath towel, she poked her head out and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Because of this movement, the shoulder bone of her arm was completely exposed, and the scars on it were completely revealed in front of Draven.

The cut was like a centipede lying on Cierra's shoulder, hurting his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Draven looked away and hurriedly stuffed the white shirt into Cierra's hand before turning around.

Cierra looked at him in confusion and then lowered her head to look at herself.

She thought. "How could he have such a big reaction when only an arm was exposed?

"Don't tell me that Mr. Trevino is still an innocent boy?"

Cierra didn't have time to think about it. She had been in the bathroom for a long time. If she stayed there any longer, her body would be wrinkled by the steam. Withdrawing her gaze, she closed the door and changed her clothes again.

Draven's shirt was much bigger than hers, almost as big as a dress.

She was not as tall as the members of the the Barton family. She was probably restrained by the Boyle family when she was growing up, so she was only about the same height. In comparison, her brothers and Draven were about 20 centimeters taller than her.

It didn't matter. Anyway, she was not disabled or sick.

After coming out of the bathroom, Cierra was wrapped in the slightly lower air in the room and

couldn't help sneezing.

Draven looked up and fixed his eyes on her for a few seconds. Then he pursed his lips and closed the door of the balcony.

The night wind in the mountain was blocked by the windows, and the temperature in the room seemed to suddenly rise, especially in the silence where neither of them spoke. "Are you... really going to sleep on the floor?"

After a long while, Cierra broke the silence.

The man who was preparing the quilt didn't stop. He just replied with a "hmm" and didn't even look up at her.

Cierra couldn't help but frown slightly.

She thought that according to this man's bad temper, he would refute her anyway, such as, "Ifl don't sleep on the ground, will Mrs. Trevino want me to sleep with you?", or other sarcasm. But in fact, he didn't say anything.

"Draven, are you angry?"

Cierra kept staring at him. After sitting cross-legged on the bed, she picked up a pillow and tilted her head to look at him.

"No, why did you ask such a question?"

After getting the quilt ready, Draven looked up at her indifferently and then lay down on the ground, looking at the ceiling. No one knew what he was thinking.

Cierra smacked her lips. "Didn't I see that you were in a bad mood? I thought the distinguished Mr. Trevino was wronged to sleep on the ground."

Seeing that Draven had laid down, Cierra stopped sitting and lifted the blanket as well.

"By the way, do you want a pillow? Here you are."

Although it was a question, Cierra had already taken one to the person on the ground.

"Thank you."

Draven reached out to take it and thanked her.

"Then I'll turn off the light."

"Okay."

The room suddenly darkened, and as the light disappeared, it fell into silence again, leaving only the rustling sound of the trees being blown by the mountain wind from time to time. After an unknown period of time, the woman on the bed suddenly propped her head up with her arms and asked in a low voice, "Draven, are you asleep?"

The man on the ground did not say anything.

Cierra pursed her lips and tried to get up from the bed to play with her phone.

It was unknown whether it was because she was sleeping in a new place or because someone was sleeping on the ground next to her. Cierra couldn't fall asleep. However, before she could sit up, the man's deep voice rang out.

"You can't sleep?"

"Ah!"

The voice that suddenly sounded scared Cierra!

She jumped and exclaimed directly.

Patting her chest, she frowned and complained, "You scared me to death."

In the dark, the man's thin lips curled into a faint arc. "You're too naughty."

Cierra snorted and tried to turn on the light to get the phone, but before she could reach out her hand, the man stopped her.

"There is no charger in the room. If you play too late, it will be very troublesome to go back tomorrow morning."

Cierra retracted her hand in embarrassment, lay back down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in

boredom.

She suddenly realized that Draven's voice was very clear, and he didn't sound like he had just

woken up.

"Draven, can't you sleep?"

She propped herself up with her arms and glanced at the man lying on the ground.

Draven didn't deny it..

Clerra heaved a sigh of relief with satisfaction. She lay down on the bed and said with a smile, "So- you can't fall asleep either. It's good that I am not the only one who can't sleep!" The man on the ground chuckled and did not say anything.

The room fell silent again.

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a faint buzzing sound of thunder. It seemed that it was about to rain.

It was thunder shower in summer. It should stop by tomorrow morning, but...

Looking at the light shining through the curtains, Cierra couldn't help frowning.

"Draven."

"Cierra..."

The two of them spoke at the same time and then spoke at the same time again.

"You go first."

"You go first."

After that, there was a burst of low laughter in the room.

After laughing for a while, Cierra spoke first, "I'll speak first."

"Okay," Draven said.

Cierra looked out of the window at the flickering light and pursed her lips. "Aleah is probably looking for you tonight. Your phone is downstairs. Why don't you..."

"Cierra..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Draven interrupted her coldly.

"You suddenly opened your mouth just wanting me to leave this place in this weather?"