Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Why

He took a step forward and stared at her aggressively.

Only then did Cierra take out the car keys. When he heard the sound of the lock locking, he felt a chill down his spine.

Then, she was held in his arms, and the other side of her body was pressed against the car door.

They were in a strange way, but there was an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

"Draven, you..."

Cierra swallowed and looked at him like a frightened bird.

After a long while, she spat out a few words, "The lock..."

He lowered his eyes and stared at her. After a while, Draven raised his head and took a step back expressionlessly. "Open the door."

ere was no extra emotion, and there was even a hint of coldness as if someone had offended him.

Cierra frowned. She didn't do anything just now, did she?

He was the one who let her get the car keys, and she just complained about it. "It can't be, can it? How could that bas*ard be so unpleasant?" He was so stingy.

The car door opened, and Draven bent down to put her in the passenger seat. Instead of leaving, he squatted down beside her.

Cierra was puzzled. "What else do you want to do?"

Without responding, he grabbed her foot and said, "Don't move."

As he spoke, he opened the secret compartment in the car with his other hand and skillfully took

out a small first aid kit.

Cierra wanted to say something.

She looked down and saw that the well-defined finger was carefully rolling up her trouser leg, and the wound on her ankle was exposed.

The wound was not deep, so she didn't have to take off her shoes and socks. She just needed a simple treatment.

It was only then that Cierra saw the wound. It was a slender cut that didn't seem to be very serious,

but there was a lot of blood on his shoes, socks, and trousers, which looked a little scary.

WWWWW.W

He rolled up her pants, took the medicine from the first-aid kit, and said, "I'll deal with your wound first. We will go to the hospital later. It won't be troublesome."

As he moved, she could also see the red marks on his hand. It seemed that the marks had not recovered very well.

At the very least, compared to Coby, his recovery was slow.

Cierra didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She looked at the mark on his hand. It wasn't until the cold touch was accompanied by pain that she got her sense. She hissed softly and wanted to pull her leg back.

However, her ankle was clasped, so she couldn't move.

"If it hurts, bear with it. It'll be fine soon."

He held her ankle and said in a low voice.

Cierra pursed her lips!

The warmth made her very uncomfortable.

She resisted the urge to kick him and suppressed the panic in her heart. "Draven, it's not a big deal.

You don't have to do this."

"Do you want to leave a scar?" he asked coldly without even raising his head.

Cierra didn't respond.

After a while, she moved her ankle unnaturally and said, "Draven, can you take your hand off me? I'm very grateful for your concern, but you make me very uncomfortable." "Why?"

Hearing this, the man raised his head and seemed to be a little puzzled.

Cierra furrowed. She seemed to be even more confused by his question.

She thought for a moment and said seriously, "We're not very close. Don't you know that you

always make me feel uncomfortable? Just like you called me your wife in front of others. We're divorced, but you still call me so intimately. Don't you think it's inappropriate?"

Afraid that he still didn't understand, she added.

"We should have social distance."

She spoke in a very serious tone.

He stared at her, sneered, and removed his hand at the same time.

"A social distance? Cierra, you and I grew up together. We even slept on the same bed and wore the same pants when we were young. Are you talking about social distance with me?" "But we're not kids anymore."

Cierra looked back at him and said mercilessly, "Not only are we adults now, but we are also divorced. We have nothing to do with each other."

Draven sneered and said sarcastically, "You grew up with me. Do you want to have nothing to do with me just by ending a wrong marriage?" "Draven, can you stop being so naive?"

Cierra felt that he was being unreasonable. She spoke seriously again.

"Don't always talk about what happened when I was a child, okay? Just like today, you helped me because of our childhood friendship. You think it doesn't matter, but what about others? In other people's eyes. you're entangled with me, your ex-wife. Do you understand? You're going to marry Aleah soon. What will she think if she sees it?"

Cierra felt that she really couldn't understand him.

He could send her abroad for Aleah. When Ernest had tried to matchmake them, he had avoided her. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he had not even wanted to see her.

But ever since she went back, he didn't pay attention to it.

They hadn't completed the divorce procedures yet, so she could understand that he was dissatisfied

with the divorce.

What about now? They were divorced. What was he doing?

He took it for granted that it was good for her, but she didn't want to be a b*tch.

Cierra couldn't understand.

But not to mention her, even Draven couldn't figure it out.

All he knew was that as soon as Cierra finished speaking, he felt depressed.

He tried to understand what she meant, but when he thought about it, the nerves in his head hurt so

much that he didn't even have the ability to think.

Why couldn't he care about her?

Why did they have nothing to do with the divorce?

She should always be by his side, shouldn't she? She had always been with him since they were

children.

Feeling a headache, Draven decided not to think about it and started dealing with a wound on her leg again with a cold expression.

Cierra didn't know if he had heard it or not, so he tentatively asked, "Draven..."

But as soon as she said, she was interrupted by his cold voice. "Shut up."

Cierra fell silent, saying no more.

No matter how much she said, he had already carried her out today. Although she did not do it voluntarily, it would be hypocritical to say more.

Anyway, she helped him before.

In this way, she could enjoy herself at ease.

No one knew what was going on in her mind. At this moment, Draven's attention was focused on the glaring mark in front of him.

He was very focused. His eyes darkened slightly as he carefully wiped the wound. He was probably afraid that she would feel pain, so he blew on it at the same time.

"It's done."

After a while, the medicine was applied.

He put the first-aid kit back in place. When he got up, he said with a poker face, "There is no gauze in the car. Take care of yourself and try not to rub your pants on the wound before the medicine. drys, understand?"

"Got it. Thank you, Mr. Trevino."

Cierra responded, lifted her trouser leg, and withdrew it. Finally, she sat in the passenger seat.

She looked down and suddenly remembered something. She looked back at the man who was about to close the door.

"By the way, is your hand all right? Do you need to apply medicine again?"