Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 411 Can You Shut Up?

The sudden voice caused Patrick's movements to pause, and the aura around him suddenly froze. He restrained his laziness.

He glanced sideways at Cierra, who was slowly biting the food in her mouth. With her messy hair, she blinked her dark eyes, looking very innocent.

Patrick didn't go over to listen to what was going on outside. He grabbed the bowl and forks from Cierra and threw them aside casually.

"Hey, I haven't finished eating yet!"

Cierra was in a hurry, but as soon as she poked her head out, she was pressed back into the chair.

"Be quiet, or I don't mind leaving some of your organs here. If you lose an arm or a leg, don't blame me."

Patrick threatened her. He bent down to grab the rope and tied up her hands again.

Fortunately, it was tied in front of her this time, instead behind her back. She could barely feel better.

Looking at the man's skillful movements, she guessed what he wanted to do and was also thinking about how to leave a signal for the person who came to look for her.

As her thoughts were in a mess, she saw Patrick bending over and lowering his head to untie the hemp rope around her chair.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cierra raised her hand and fiddled with the earrings on her ear.

According to what Patrick said, all the communication devices on her were useless, but it seemed that he was going to take her away.

If they went out, it might come in handy.

No matter what happened, turning on the power first was better than nothing.

As Cierra had expected, Patrick untied her from the chair in order to take her out of the room.

However, this method was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

He let go of the hemp rope that tied her up in the chair, but her feet were tied together again, making her unable to move.

When Cierra was carried onto Patrick's shoulder, she felt as if the food she had just eaten was about to spit out.

"What does this man mean?"

It took a while for the world to calm down before Cierra sobered up a little, especially when she breathed in the fresh air outside.

She took a deep breath, held back her disgust, and asked, "Mr. Trevino, where are you taking me? Are you going to negotiate with Draven? Or with my brothers? But there's something wrong with the plot. Other people are all trying to kidnap me and another woman, then they will force them to choose between us. Are you asking my brother and Draven to..."

"Shut up!"

Before Cierra could finish her words, she was fiercely interrupted by Patrick.

As a saying goes, a wise man knows when to retreat. Cierra closed her mouth silently and leaned on Patrick's shoulder to scan the surroundings.

As she had expected in the dark room before, this was the Trevino family's old house, but now she was in the depths of the back mountain, a few steps away from the villa.

With someone carrying her, Cierra felt easy. However, as the road became narrower and narrower, she realized that something was amiss.

"Mr. Trevino, where are you taking me?"

"Shouldn't we go talk to Draven?" she thought.

If he wanted to come into the Trevino Group, or he might have other purposes, or he Just wanted to play with Draven.

But no matter what the purpose was, he should have turned back. Why did he run into the mountains?

Patrick was at ease carrying her on the shoulder. Hearing her question, he chuckled and said, "My lovely brother brought so many people up the mountain. What if I get hurt when I take you to meet him?" "But is there a way in this mountain?"

When Cierra was young, she had walked inside out of curiosity, but that place was full of thistles and thorns, unable to move at all.

How could they, adults, walk a path that even children couldn't walk?

Moreover, even if there was a way to get in, wouldn't it be the same when they came out?

"What on earth does this lunatic want to do?"

Cierra struggled with the rope in her hand and tried to break free. However, the rope was tied into a dead knot. It was truly troublesome.

Cierra sighed and raised her head to look in the opposite direction they were walking in.

Not far away, the villa was brightly lit, reflecting starlight and a little warmth in the hazy rain and mist.

Looking closer, it was the small house.

She didn't know how long she had been locked up inside, but she was still in a trance after being carried out by Patrick.

There seemed to be a lot of memories about Draven in it..

There was also a seriously injured person.

Pa!

Just as Cierra was looking into the distance in deep thought, a light sound landed on her buttocks, causing her to shiver and her mind went go blank as well. "Are you crazy?"

At practically the same time, a furious roar escaped Cierra's mouth.

She had never been humiliated like this in her life!

This person must be out of his mind!

"Miss Barton, if you moved again, don't blame me for doing something to you."

Patrick wrapped his arms around her slender waist and suddenly tightened.

Sensing this, Cierra immediately laid down obediently.

But she still couldn't help complaining, "Even if it was my fault just now, you shouldn't have... Don't you understand that there is a distinction between men and women?" Patrick sneered, "Miss Barton is still in the mood to think about this even at this time.

Believe it or not, I'll throw you out."

"Let some people teach you that sometimes you should let go of your human thinking?"

Hearing this, Cierra stopped making a fuss. She bit her lips and looked down at the road under her feet.

Cierra guessed that they should be heading south. The trees they passed by were all lush in this direction. Although they changed directions in the middle, they turned back. Cierra didn't know how long they had been walking. All she knew was that she was bumpy like a sack.

She didn't know if the person carrying her was tired or not. Anyway, she was about to throw up.

She couldn't help but tilt her head. "Hey, Mr. Trevino, are you really not tired? Are you a robot?"

Patrick ignored her.

Cierra continued, "I saw that you stayed with me the whole night, and you didn't seem to have eaten anything. Aren't you hungry?"

Patrick was speechless.

"Your have great strength. Aren't you tired after walking for so long? Why don't you put me down and rest? I... Hmm..."

Before Cierra could finish her sentence, she was suddenly thrown to the ground, making her dizzy.

Fortunately, the road was covered with a layer of pine tree leaves. At this time of late autumn, there were no lush thorns on the branches, so she was not injured.

However, she was jolted all the way and her head was dizzy. It took her a long time to recover.

She had no strength and her hands and feet were tied. She didn't bother to get up and just sat there.

If it weren't for the fact that the ground was wet and made her uncomfortable, she would have wanted to lie down like this.

She propped herself up with her arms and twisted her body in disgust. When she looked up, she met Patrick's disgusted gaze.

Cierra didn't mind at all. She was also very disgusted with him.

After sitting for a while, she felt uncomfortable and talked to him.

"Mr. Trevino, can you pull me up? The ground is covered with water. I..."

"Can you shut up?