Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 425

At dusk, Cierra didn't know where she was.

She only knew that she was like a piece of driftwood, staggering in the water, or as sitting on a MegaDrop. It was so bumpy that she didn't dare to open her eyes.

After an unknown period of time, the bumpy sensation finally subsided, allowing her to catch her breath and rest. She curled up in a corner and lay down in peace of mind. But there was someone next to her who pulled her to lie down.

Then, she felt that someone was feeding water into her mouth, she finally stopped struggling and absorbed what she needed by instinct. After that, she fell asleep.

Her consciousness gradually cleared up. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the morning sun was like blood, dyeing a large area of clouds red.

Cierra was a little mesmerized.

It was not that she had never seen the morning sun before, but it was the first time she had seen it in such an environment.

She was surrounded by mountains. The clouds had not yet dissipated, but the dusky sun was slowly scattering. There were sounds of orioles around, which made her feel relieved and get rid of all her tiredness,

Cierra didn't know if it was because of the scenery or because she had had a good rest yesterday, but although her whole body was sore, her chest was unblocked. She was calm and happy, even if she was in a place she didn't know.

It was a natural cave. Although it was very simple, it was clean and could shelter people from wind and rain.

The temperature dropped in this season, and in the mountain it was even colder. Except for birds, there were not many chirping insects. There were some grass at the entrance of the cave, as well as a pile of burned gray wood in the middle, indicating how she had survived last night.

This was also something that Cierra was unwilling to face.

It was hard to imagine that she survived by the help of her kidnappers when she was unconscious.

Was it because she was a hostage and couldn't die?

But it seemed that there was no need to treat her so well as a hostage.

Cierra lowered her gaze and glanced at the coat she was wearing.

Because it had been wet, it was still wrinkled after being dried. There were even some weeds in the pocket.

Seeing his coat in such a state, Cierra didn't know if she should say that she was a valuable hostage, or if Mr. Patrick didn't take this matter to heart at all.

However, Cierra was not in the mood to think about these things.

She was so hungry that she was thinking about how to replace something to eat in such a deep forest and how to go down the mountain from here.

As for the others, she could only think about it in her mind for a while and immediately put it behind.

In the face of survival, other things were not very important.

Cierra got up and moved. She glanced at Patrick, who was still sleeping soundly opposite her, and paused to think for a moment.

If she left just like that, would it be considered that she had escaped from this man's clutches?

But what if there were other people outside? After all, it was not impossible for him to get in touch with his own people since he could make a fire here and bring her water. Or what if she was caught by this lunatic before she could replace William?

After thinking about it for a while, Cierra asked tentatively.

"Mr. Trevino, Mr. Trevino?"

There was no movement from the person lying on the ground.

If it weren't for the ups and downs of his chest, Cierra would have thought that he was out of breath.

The sun outside had completely risen, evaporating the raindrops from yesterday. When it was warm again, she felt a little hot.

At this moment, Cierra also noticed that something was wrong with Patrick.

The cave they were in was not covered by many plants, and the sun could shine down unscrupulously, which was too hot and brilliant.

According to normal people's reactions, they should open their eyes and move to another place, unlike Patrick, who frowned and did nothing else.

"Patrick Trevino."

Cierra finally mustered up the courage to move closer.

Her figure covered up a lot of sunlight, which probably made Patrick feel comfortable, so he instinctively fell towards her.

Cierra was stunned. Patrick's entire body was pressing down on her, almost causing her to flip over.

"Hey!"

Cierra pushed Patrick away and he fell heavily to the other side as if he had lost his bones.

His head hit the rock of the cave, and the noise made Cierra feel a fear.

She was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she rushed out of the cave without thinking.

There were thorns and bushes everywhere in the mountains, and she didn't know which road to take. She only knew that she had to stay away from that lunatic and run further. She didn't want to see this lunatic again.

Thinking of what had happened in the past two days, what she had heard from the Trevino family's dark room, and all the things that had happened in the mountains, Cierra didn't dare to look back. It was like a nightmare, which almost made her die in the mountains and never see her family again.

She didn't know how long she had been running. She only knew that her legs were a little sore and that the thorns made her arms bleed, so she had to hold on to the tree to rest,

The place where she stood just happened to shed some sunshine on her body, which made her feel warm after a while.

There was a wild chestnut that exploded on the treetop, its outer shell full of thorns splitting apart, the small grayish-brown fruits inside falling, coincidentally smashing at Cierra's feet.

She looked down and saw the fruit lying in the sun. Suddenly, her nose twitched, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

There was no one in the mountain, it was so empty that not even birds could be seen. Apart from the rustling sounds of the wind blowing through the leaves, only Cierra's hoarse voice remained. She cried very seriously, like a newborn child in the hospital who cried and started to know the world. She tried to wash away the experience of the past two days with her tears. After crying this time, she would never think of it again.

Because Cierra cried too hard, she was a bit exhausted. Furthermore, she had not eaten. anything. Thus, she was feeling very comfortable and also a bit tired.

She sobbed slightly, silently picked up the small chestnuts on the ground, and ate them one by one.

This sort of wild fruit was very ordinary in taste and small in size. However, to people who were unable to replace any food in the deep mountains, it was akin to a life-saving straw. Cierra was almost done eating and filled her own pocket with chestnuts.

In addition to the wild chestnut trees, there were also some jujubes that tasted sour, barely able to quench one's thirst. Cierra didn't pick much, merely putting a few on the chestnuts. Then, she looked up at the trees, intending to replace a new exit to go down the mountain.

But this place was really absurd. Unlike yesterday's mountain road, which was full of tall pine trees, there were some short bushes around, and the vines blocked the road. Cierra could only rely on her intuition to stay as far away from Patrick as possible.

But when she was about to set foot on the journey, the back of her hand touched a cluster of bushes, which made her suddenly stop.

She vaguely remembered that when she was in a daze, someone brought some water to moisten her throat.

The mountain wind blew away the dew that had not evaporated from the branches. Coincidentally, it fell in front of her.

It was also in that moment that she suddenly made up her mind to turn around again.