Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 119

Chapter 119 She Was Scared

The woman holding him did not speak, but tightened her grip, as if she wanted to drag him to lie down with her.

The thunder outside the window gradually died down, but the rain was getting louder and louder. It poured down on the eaves.

Draven looked down at her and pursed his thin lips. After a long time, he couldn't bear to look at the faint scar again and tried to pull up her clothes.

As soon as his warm fingers landed on her shoulder, the woman lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight.

"What are you doing?" She stared at him.

Draven's hand was still in mid-air. When he met Cierra's gaze, he didn't know whether to retract it

or not.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and looked away. "Your clothes are in a mess. Tidy them up.'

Cierra got up very suddenly. The wh*te shirt slipped down from her shoulder, and the looming. wh*teness made people dare not to look at it in the darkness.

The woman seemed to be a little puzzled. She slowly lowered her head and then slowly frowned, as if she couldn't understand his words.

Only then did Draven realize that something was wrong with her.

"Cierra..."

He raised his hand and waved it in front of her.

Another bolt of lightning flashed outside the room.

Under the light, Cierra blinked as well, but her eyes were exceptionally clear. Other than staring at

him, there was no other emotion.

It was as if her soul had been stripped away, leaving behind only a shell.

Draven pursed his lips. Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood to look at her anymore. He just quietly tidied up her clothes and buttoned up her shirt.

Cierra was obedient. She knelt quietly in front of Draven and let him serve her.

When the top button was about to be fastened by him, a soft voice finally came out.

"I don't want this. I feel uncomfortable."

She moved her neck to avoid his touch. Her frown made her look like an innocent child.

Draven raised his hand as if he wanted to pat her on the head, but he suppressed the urge.

He looked at Cierra in silence for a while before asking, "Cierra, how old are you now?"

In the psychological analysis, there had been cases like this before. Normally, people would lose part of their memory for a short period of time due to extreme fear or special circumstances to protect themselves.

Draven didn't know what Cierra had gone through to become like this, but he was sure that what she had suffered in the past must have been more cr*el than he had imagined.

There was another clap of thunder outside the window, which startled the woman in front of

Draven.

She shivered and looked around, as if she couldn't replace anything to hide herself. Her eyes were a little confused, and she could only hold her legs tightly.

It rained heavily, as if it had hit Draven's heart and made him feel a burst of pain.

He lowered his head and picked up the thin blanket, trying to cover Cierra with it. However, as soon as he approached, the woman in front of him suddenly hugged her head and let out a whine like an

infant beast.

"Don't hit me. I can give you money, all of it..."

She first said it in English, and then quickly repeated it in a foreign language.

Just like that, Draven's movements froze in midair.

His throat was a little tight, and he said word by word, "I won't hit you. Don't be afraid, okay?"

Cierra raised her head slightly from her arms, her dark eyes filled with fear. "Are you... really not going to hit me?"

She tested him carefully.

"Yes," Draven said in a h**rse voice and pulled up the quilt. "No one will b*lly you again. Don't be afraid. It's all right."

He patiently coaxed her. "If you don't believe me, look around. Is this your room? There are no bad people here."

Cierra truly followed Draven's words and looked around. The vigilance around her entire body slowly relaxed, but she still didn't completely relax. However, compared to before, the situation was much better now.

'My room."

She repeated it emotionlessly and got under the quilt.

Draven felt a little relieved and said, "No bad people will come into your room, and no one will hit you. Go to sleep, okay?"

The rain was getting lighter and lighter, and there was no urgent knocks. Only big raindrops fell from time to time and hit the eaves.

Instead of sleeping, Cierra looked at him with her clear eyes and asked, "Did you drive the bad guy away?"

Before he could reply, Cierra suddenly reached out to grab Draven and looked at him with her

watery eyes.

"I'm still so scared. Can you sleep with me? I don't dare to sleep."

Draven frowned and looked hesitant.

Sierra had already given up the position on the bed and said pitifully, "I won't touch you, okay? I'm fine as long as you're by my side." Draven lowered his head and looked into her eyes. After a while, he heard a low voice coming from

his chest. "Okay."

Cierra's bright face lit up with a smile. She immediately lay down beside him with a pillow in the middle and vowed, "Don't worry, I won't touch you." It was as if she was afraid that she would take advantage of Draven.

The gloominess in the man's eyes had mostly disappeared. He couldn't help curling his lips, and then bent down to get a pillow and lay down beside Cierra. Probably because she was no longer afraid, Cierra quickly closed her eyes and hugged the pillow and calmed her breathing.

Draven glanced sideways at her, and under the dim light outside the room, his gaze landed on the small scar on her forehead, and his eyes darkened slightly. He had thought that it would be the only scar on her body, but it turned out to be the smallest scar on her body.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the ceiling, slowly emptying his mind. Listening to the sound of the rain outside the room, Draven was not sleepy at all.

After an unknown period of time, when Draven finally felt sleepy, a furry head suddenly came into

his arms, with a soft fragrance.

Draven frowned and subconsciously raised his hand, but he put it down after thinking of something.

However, his drowsiness completely dissipated.

Cierra wrapped her arms tightly around Draven, as if she was treating him as a large doll. Her soft limbs were wrapped around him, and her head found a comfortable place to lean against. Draven was not a saint. The place where he was stuck seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't help but want to lift the quilt.

He pursed his lips and carefully tried to push Cierra away.

The deep thunder rumbled, and the woman in his arms trembled again and her arms tightened.

After thinking for a while, Draven stopped.

So he listened to the rain all night and didn't think about anything else. Finally, he fell asleep before

dawn.

Cierra had a good dream.

When she woke up the next day, it was already clear. Only the raindrops on the branches of the trees. fell and hit the eaves, making a sound.

It made people calm down.

After closing her eyes and listening for about seven or ten times, Cierra opened her eyes in

satisfaction.

Then, she screamed and kicked away the man she had been hugging all night!