Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 429 Why Did It Take You So Long to Come Back?

Once his thoughts started to emerge, it was as if vines had grown roots and were continuously extending outwards.

The fire in the cave flickered, but because no one added firewood, it seemed to be extinguishing.

Patrick lowered his eyes and threw a handful of firewood in.

He saw that the fire had dimmed a little because of the branch that had just been thrown. in. After a light sound, the flame suddenly rose, lighting up the whole cave.

At this moment, Patrick suddenly propped himself up in pain and struggled to stand up.

The moment he got up, he felt dark in front of him for a moment. He almost lost all his strength and fell straight towards the ground.

Fortunately, at that moment, before he fully fainted, his body instinctively propped himself up against the stone wall in the cave and stood up.

He pursed his lips and relaxed for a while. Finally, he managed to stand up.

He raised his eyes, glanced at the cold night outside, and stumbled out.

He had been to the place where the water was extracted, and it was not far away from here. Logically speaking, the woman should have come back a long time ago, but she didn't. Patrick wouldn't have guessed that Cierra would run away at this time.

If she wanted to leave, it was obviously a better time to leave during the day, instead of bringing him food and water during the day.

She hadn't come back for so long. Maybe...

Patrick didn't dare to think too much about it. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his consciousness gradually blurred after a few steps, so he walked very slowly. Finally, he tripped over a bush in the wilderness and had no choice but to stop.

He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy.

The moonlight fell on his feet, and he seemed to see a few shadows vaguely.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

At this age, he had never had such an emotion-he didn't know what to do next.

He used to do whatever he wanted in the past. He never deliberately looked at the future.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be no way around.

He couldn't even force his way through.

But why?

He couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps it was not that there was no way forward, but that he was a little afraid. He was afraid that if he took one wrong step, he would be the only one left.

What?

Was he actually afraid?

Why? Why?

He would not have such unnecessary emotions.

That shouldn't be the case!

He suddenly tightened his grip on the tree trunk, and his fingertips were almost bleeding.

Patrick lowered his eyes and pressed hard on the wound with trembling hands. The intense pain woke him up.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had been drenched in rain. His entire back was wet.

After the pain subsided for a while, Patrick raised his eyes again.

There was no emotion in his dark eyes.

He looked up at the road ahead with no expression on his face.

After pausing for a moment, Patrick saw the path towards water.

As long as he walked along this path, he could see with his own eyes whether Cierra had died outside or she had deliberately not come back.

But he suddenly lost interest.

Blood oozed out from the wound on his abdomen. He turned around and left.

"Patrick?"

The moment he took a step forward, Cierra's clear voice suddenly came from behind him. It came from a distance and lingered in the empty forest for a long time, like the song of birds.

After a while, Cierra caught up to him. "Why did you run out? Are the wounds okay? Can you hold on?"

Patrick looked down at the woman who was holding the water and walking up to him, with mixed feelings.

He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment.

How should he describe it?

It was as if something had suddenly blocked his chest, making him panic, but he didn't dislike this kind of emotion.

He had never had such a feeling before, and he didn't know what it meant.

He just instinctively hoped that this kind of emotion could last a little longer.

It was very strange and uncomfortable, but he didn't want it to disappear.

It was like a deaf person suddenly regained his hearing and came out of the hospital to hear a concert. It was like a blind person regained his sight and looked up at the sun in the sky to him, but he was not

He instinctively knew that this kind of feeling was willing to restrain his emotions. No matter how it echoed in his heart, just like Cierra's voice calling him, it did not dissipate for a long time.

Cierra didn't know what Patrick was thinking at the moment. She just glanced at the small pool of blood at his feet. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be surprised or show other expressions. After thinking about it again and again, she finally raised her head and squeezed out a few words.

"You're so awesome. You can still come out in this state. You're really something!"

All of a sudden, the emotions in Patrick's heart disappeared.

His throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse. He said weakly, "I'm already like this. Do you think I'm... awesome?" "What else can I say?"

Cierra blinked.

He was really awesome. She remembered that when she was seriously injured, she had only one thought.

The sooner she died, the sooner she could reincarnate.

Wasn't it awesome to see someone who was about to die but still had the strength to come out?

When Cierra saw Patrick's speechless expression, she seemed to have realized something.

This compliment didn't seem to be appropriate.

But what could she do?

She couldn't comfort him against her conscience, could she?

She had no feelings for this lunatic.

The comfort and worry were left to the people who were important to her, not the enemy.

She saved Patrick just because she didn't want to see her own kind die.

She was happy to see him in pain.

If he really died, there was nothing she could do.

"Are you okay? Can you walk back?"

When Cierra came to her senses, she did not delay any longer. She finally thought of the way back.

It was very cold in late autumn night. She didn't have a coat and there was no fire outside. She had to go back as soon as possible.

Hearing her words, Patrick glanced at her coldly. "Am I okay? What do you think?"

His tone sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.

Cierra rolled her eyes at him. With one hand holding the water, she led the way and said, "Then who told you to come out? It's so late at night, and you're injured. Why didn't you stay there properly? Why did you come out? Now, it sounds like you're blaming me."

"You know it's late at night..."

Halfway through his sentence, Patrick suddenly swallowed his words.

He lowered his eyes and didn't say anything else. He followed the footprints left by Cierra step by step.

Cierra couldn't help but turn around to take a look.

"I know it's late at night. What's wrong?"

"Walk fast."

Patrick didn't answer.

Cierra frowned and said in disgust, "I came out so late at night because I saw that you had a fever and wanted to get you some water. Why did it become my fault? Patrick, do you have a conscience?" Patrick didn't reply.

"That's right. I don't want to talk about conscience with a pervert like you. If you had a conscience, you wouldn't have been so bored as to come to me, let alone kidnap me in New York. Alas... I wasted my time."

Patrick was still silent.

When they were about to reach the cave, Patrick, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Why did you take so long to come back?"