Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 118

Chapter 118 How Many Scars Do You Have?

Cierra was silent.

After a long while, when there was no sound outside the room, as if the thunder and lightning were just pranks, Cierra's voice sounded again.

"Isn't she afraid of thunder?"

Her words stirred up many things in the past.

It was on Old Mr. Trevino's birthday, as well as in this old house.

Old Mr. Trevino didn't like Aleah, and he didn't like to celebrate his birthday at such an old age. He only invited his family to have a meal together in the old house as a celebration.

Cierra was naturally invited.

At that time, Aleah had almost confirmed her relationship with Draven, but Old Mr. Trevino had never agreed. He had also announced to the public that the only granddaughter-in-law of the Trevino family was Cierra, so Draven was particularly rebellious.

He came back very late. He didn't come back until the dishes on the table had been cleaned up. Old Mr. Trevino didn't want to see him and went upstairs early.

Cierra secretly saved some food for Draven and heated it up in the kitchen when he arrived.

That night was also a rainy day. At first, it was also a low thunder.

She remembered that when she had heated the food and brought it out, Draven had rushed out in a hurry after receiving a call. He had even comforted the girl on the phone gently, telling her not to be afraid.

From beginning to end, he didn't look back at Cierra.

With a flash of lightning, Draven slowly disappeared from her sight.

Then, there was a loud thunder. Cierra was so scared that she threw away the bowl in her hand. The hot soup splashed on her leg, and the bowl was broken into pieces.

The noise was drowned out by the rumbling thunder. Anna had already fallen asleep since it was late at night, so Cierra could only endure the fear and pain to clean up the pieces and hot soup. The next day after the rain, no one knew what had happened at night, and everything was still the

same.

So far, no one knew that Cierra was actually afraid of thunder.

Her brother didn't even know that. Cierra would hide in her room on a rainy day and sleep or endure

ít.

She firmly believed that fear could be overcome, even if it was inborn.

She asked Draven to leave because she wanted to stay alone.

It was windy outside. Lightning flashed across the sky again and shone in through the curtain, but there was no thunder.

Cierra said in a low voice, "Draven, you

"I'm going to sleep. Be quiet."

The man interrupted her mercilessly, just like how he had turned around in the past.

Cierra didn't say anything else.

In fact, she didn't want him to leave just now. Not to mention how much energy it would take to open the door, she was not stupid. She could understand the meaning behind Draven's words. Whether it was because he didn't care much about Aleah or because he kept his promise, he had to

be here tonight.

She opened her mouth, but wanted to ask what he wanted to say just now.

But since he was angry and didn't want to talk about it anymore, there was no need for her to ask.

Cierra turned over with her back to Draven and slowly closed her eyes.

As long as she closed her eyes before the thunder, she would not be afraid.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering thunderclap rang out.

Cierra shivered. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she was muttering something.

The heavy rain hit the parasol trees outside the house and the glass on the balcony, accompanied by the rumbling thunder.

Another clap of thunder!

Cierra on the bed couldn't stand it anymore and exclaimed.

"Cierra..."

Draven had already woken up when hearing her whisper. He thought that she was having a

nightmare, so he ignored her. But hearing her terrified voice, he finally couldn't help getting up from the ground.

He went to turn on the lights. The old house used the old circuit board and the switch had already been turned off when the thunder struck.

He had no choice but to pull the curtains on the balcony.

When the light entered, he could clearly see the situation before him. The woman had long since buried herself under the blanket, her head tightly covered. Only when the thunder rumbled did she tremble slightly.

Sleeping like this would not be good.

"Cierra..."

Draven lifted the blanket slightly so that she could breathe fresh air and not suffocate herself to

death.

But before he could finish his move, he froze.

The woman on the bed curled up into a ball, almost like a shrimp. The hair on her forehead was completely wet with cold sweat, and the shirt was a little messy because of her sleeping posture, revealing a large piece of skin underneath....

Draven couldn't help looking away, but when he saw the scars inside, he couldn't look away.

Another clap of thunder.

Cierra was so scared that she trembled, as if she wanted to curl up a little. She held her head with both arms and tried to get closer to a dark place, Her petite body slowly moved into the quilt behind. her, and she seemed to be muttering something.

Draven lowered his head and slowly approached her, trying to hear what she was saying.

"It's so cold, so cold..."

"Don't hit me, please... don't hit me..."

"I want to live, I won't die... I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

Draven lowered his eyes and looked at her face. Looking at the beads of cold sweat on her forehead,

he felt like it was like the situation where he was trapped in a dark and narrow room.

He vaguely thought of Aleah's face.

Every time it rained, she would say that she was afraid and wanted him to accompany her.

Draven also went.

But now that he thought about it, every time he went there, he would only sit with her for a while or eat something. Aleah was not afraid at all.

Draven blinked and raised his finger slightly, trying to push away the wet hair on Cierra's forehead.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingers fell on her face, his arm was held tightly.

"I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid..."

Cierra was still mumbling.

Draven glanced at his arm and said in a low voice, "Cierra, don't be afraid. It's just thunder. Don't be

afraid."

He pulled the blanket over her and gently patted her on the back.

"No... no..."

"Not what?" Draven asked patiently.

"It's not Cierra. It's Cici. Cici is not afraid..."

Hearing that, Draven's face darkened.

"What Cici?"

He asked in a hoarse voice, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Cici...

The woman holding his arm frowned. It seemed that she didn't understand his question, but her

voice was clear.

"I'm Cici, not Cierra."

Draven's eyes darkened. He stopped coaxing her and asked, “Cici Barton?"

Abruptly, Cierra frowned and narrowed her eyes, "What name? Too old-fashioned!"

"Cierra, you are not Cici Barton. William is your..."

Before Draven could finish his words, another clap of thunder came from outside and interrupted

him.

The woman next to him was shocked again and held his arm tighter.

Her clothes were torn apart as she moved, revealing the complete scar on her shoulder.

Instead of asking about her family background, Draven let her hug him and asked another question

in a hoarse voice.

"Cierra, how many scars are there on your body?"