Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 404 Don’t You Like This Gift?

As the scene in front of her became more and more blurry, Cierra seemed to feel a little unconvinced. She gritted her teeth and secretly argued with Patrick. Even if she couldn't protect herself at all.

Just when Cierra thought that she was about to be killed like this, the force on her neck suddenly loosened, and her whole body fell to the side.

Abruptly being released, Cierra had no time to care about the pain of his head hitting the ground.

She instinctively gasped for breath.

Cierra was tied to the chair, and her body was twisted as she fell. Her left arm was pressed under her body, and when the oppressive pain reached her brain, she finally regained some consciousness.

It was still dark. Her fingers, which were stuck to the ground, seemed to have touched some sticky liquid, and there was a faint sweet, and rusty smell in the air.

A chill suddenly spread from the soles of Cierra's feet to the top of her head. She didn't care about the pain and completely woke up. Even the irregular sound of dripping water in the room became extremely clear.

If Cierra guessed correctly, the liquid she touched and the sound of dripping water...

When Cierra thought of the night when she was kidnapped abroad, she began to imagine some uncomfortable scenes, and her emotions were magnified in the dark!

Cierra finally couldn't help curling up on the ground and retching, She didn't know how long it had been since she was kidnapped. She didn't eat anything. When she

came to New York from Los Angeles, she only ate a little in the L'Opera Restaurant. And because of the distance, she didn't eat much. At this time, even if she wanted to vomit, there was nothing in her stomach. She only felt that her throat was bitter, and the smell of iron before her breath was obvious.

Patrick took several steps forward and stopped in front of Cierra.

Patrick must have squatted down and cast another shadow over the already dark room.

"Can't you stand falling like this? I thought that Miss Barton, who has experienced so many setbacks, should be brave and fearless. Why are you acting like a..."

Before Patrick could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

He probably smelled the sweet smell in the air and sniffed gently. After a moment of silence, the sound of the dripping water fell into his ears.

Then, Patrick suddenly chuckled and said in a clear tone, "It turns out that Miss Barton found out the gift that I gave you. No wonder you were so scared. It seems that it's not your fault. If it were a man, you would also be scared. You don't know that my younger brother was scared like this since he was a child, but he was fake. You..."

Cierra couldn't understand what he meant, but she could vaguely guess what Patrick was talking about.

There was probably another person in the room.

Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that what he said was false.

But...

But what did Patrick mean when he said that Draven was scared in the past?

The lights in the room suddenly lit up when Cierra was writhing on the ground and thought while she endured the pain.

Cierra narrowed his eyes. Her pupils had long adapted to the darkness, and it took her a long time to see the room clearly.

Just as Cierra was getting used to it with her eyes closed, Patrick helped her up from the ground and turned the chair around. Cierra finally saw the facilities in the room clearly, as well as the person hanging in front of him.

At this moment, she finally understood what Patrick meant by "surprised"!

Cierra's eyes widened and her breathing suddenly quickened. She was so scared that her eyes were a little empty, and she could not shout.

That wall...

Cierra had already guessed who that person was. Merely, her mind was completely blank.

She looked at the blood slowly dripping from his body, from his feet, his arms, and even his chin...

Drop by drop, the blood gathered on the ground and formed a stream, sliding to her feet.

Because she fell just now, her pants were stained, and her hands...

Cierra felt nauseous. In reality, she really couldn't control herself and started retching crazily on the chair.

If the hemp rope hadn't tied her up, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand up at this time. She curled up on the ground and felt sick.

It was too disgusting....

The person beside her, no... he was not a human at all. A devil! He was a devil! The kind that crawled out from the 18th floor of Hell!

However, Patrick still looked very innocent.

Patrick walked up to Cierra and asked pretentiously, "Miss Barton, don't you like this gift?"

Cierra tilted her head and did not move.

Her eyes were slightly dull, and her body was almost instinctively venting some emotions.

A gift?

Was this the gift he mentioned?

Cierra's entire body was trembling in the chair. Her hands were curled up tightly behind the chair, and she relied on the pain from his palms and arms to wake herself up.

"If this is Mr. Trevino's gift, then who are you going to deal with me?"

Cierra was not naive enough to think that Patrick would let her go so easily.

At first, Cierra didn't know why Patrick wanted to kidnap her, but now it seemed that he didn't need any motivation at all.

It was purely to satisfy his evil heart.

Cierra even felt that the reason why Patrick didn't kill her in the past was because he felt it was fun, just like a cat catching a mouse. After catching the mouse, the cat didn't bite it to death and eat it. directly but had to play with it under its claws until it ran out of patience and swallow it. If it was a cat that was full.

Maybe it didn't even have the patience to eat. It would tear it up and throw it aside, regardless of what kind of thing it was.

Cierra thought to herself, "Patrick is such a person."

Patrick ignored all the rules in the world and let himself do whatever he wanted.

Just like at this moment.

Patrick seemed to be dissatisfied with Cierra that she lowered her head and did not want to look at the person who was hanging on the wall. He approached her and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head to look at the dying person opposite her.

Cierra suppressed the urge to vomit and glanced at Patrick out of the corner of her eye. "What... what exactly do you want?"

"I told you, I just want to give you a gift."

Patrick was extremely innocent. He let go of his hand and squatted down in front of Cierra, looking at Cierra sitting on the chair calmly.

"Miss Barton, don't you like it?"

Like.

She didn't like it at all!

Cierra wanted to spit again.

Cierra raised her eyes. She was so weak that she couldn't hide the resentment in her eyes when she looked at Patrick.

Naturally, this flash of emotion could not escape Patrick's eyes.

Patrick smiled and said, "Miss Barton, it seems that you are really not satisfied. I thought that you would be happier if I tied up your adoptive father who didn't do anything for you and helped you vent your anger. I didn't expect..."

Patrick sighed faintly, straightened up, and turned to look at the person hanging on the wall.

"It seems that this gift is useless."