Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 67

Chapter 67 He's Afraid of the Dark

For a moment, no one could react.

The two of them stood rooted to the spot.

The light of the mobile phone penetrated their fingertips, and a beam of light seemed to stand between the two of them through the dust.

Looking at his deep eyes, Cierra suddenly remembered the wet warmth on her wrist and swallowed inexplicably.

It was also this action that made her come to her senses. She withdrew her hand in an exaggerated manner and turned her back on him.

Even though there was no mirror in the elevator and she couldn't see her face clearly, she could still feel how hot her face was. She felt as if her ears were burning. She took a deep breath and cursed in her heart.

"You're so useless. You just touched his hand! Why are you so shy? Don't you forget you just dare to touch his abdominal muscles?" Cierra said to herself.

Just as she was thinking about it with her back to Draven, Draven's deep voice came from behind her. He sounded much soberer now.

"Cierra, are you shy? But when I first regained consciousness, weren't you..."

"Shut up!"

Cierra interrupted him grumpily and turned around to glare at him.

However, Draven's eyes are full of smiles. Under the dim light of his phone, he looked gentler. "Am I right?"

"Shut up!"

Cierra interrupted him angrily and sna tched the phone from his hand.

She wanted to turn off the flashlight, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

However, she refused to look at Draven and leaned against the wall with her head lowered.

She didn't move, but Draven moved closer.

Although his voice was much cleaner, he didn't seem to have fully recovered. There was a hint of exhaustion in his tone.

"Are you really angry? I just touched your hand. I didn't say anything when you touched me just

now..."""

"Draven, I told you not to shut up!"

Cierra thought, "Da mn!"

"It's no big deal to touch his hand. Why does he keep talking about it?"

Cierra lowered her head, and the corners of her eyes blushed. She held her phone with one hand and kept rubbing her fingertips with the other, as if she could erase all the marks on her fingertips. Draven didn't say anything else. He stood side by side with her and looked down at her.

For some reason, he felt his heart seemed to be blocked by something.

"Not only did I touch your hand, but I also touched your wrist when I woke up just now. Maybe I touched other parts of your body when I was unconscious. Do you want to wipe them off one by one?" As he spoke word by word coldly, he saw Cierra stop what she was doing.

Cierra finally raised her head.

Her stubborn gaze met his.

She didn't say anything but just moved aside with a cold face and turned off the light on her mobile

phone.

"I won't listen to you!" She thought.

The darkness swallowed up the narrow space again. It took Draven a lot of effort to adapt to the dim light, but falling into darkness again made him frightened.

Instinctively, he moved closer to her.

Cierra didn't notice that something was wrong at first. She snorted, "You have your own phone. If you really can't stay in the dark, use your own phone. Don't stand so close to me!" Draven didn't say anything, but his breathing became heavier.

Cierra finally realized something and turned to look at him.

When her pupils adapted to the light in the elevator, she saw his nervous face and clenched fists.

She seemed to have found something interesting and suddenly smiled. "Draven, so you're afraid of the dark?"

"It's really surprising. "She thought.

"No one will believe that the CEO of the Trevino Group is afraid of the dark!"

Thinking of that, Cierra couldn't help smiling. The shame and anger caused by Draven's tease

suddenly disappeared.

"It's okay. People are always afraid of something. You have to be strong."

She didn't tease him anymore, but patted him on the shoulder and kept a distance from him again.

He made fun of her, and she did the same to him too. It all evened out.

She always knew how to reconcile with herself.

"Cierra..."

After staying in the darkness for a while, the man beside her finally couldn't help but speak again, his voice returning to its previous exhaustion. "Can you help me take out my phone?"

Cierra had been ignoring him. She didn't expect him to be so serious before she turned to him.

"Claustrophobia."

A professional term for me ntal analysis suddenly appeared in her mind.

She also realized that Draven might not be afraid of the dark, but he had claustrophobia.

"However, people with such symptoms generally have been punished by some

are always locked up in a small black room."

"Pople and

"Although Ernest and Mrs. Trevino were too strict with him and had arranged everything for him since he was a child, they didn't have to lock him up.

But Cierra didn't have time to think more about it. Afraid that Draven would lose consciousness again in the dark, she quickly reached for his phone. "Draven, hold on. I'll turn on the light right away!"

However, the more anxious she was, the more flustered she became.

She could just take out her phone, but she listened to his instructions to get his phone.

When she felt the weight on her shoulder again,

Cierra thought about it.

"Why don't I turn on my phone?"

What made her even more desperate was that Draven seemed to be unconscious this time, and she was not ready to help him. She fell heavily to the ground with him, making a loud noise. Clerra also hit the back of her head, only to feel her vision go blank.

When she opened her eyes, there was a dazzling light.

The elevator door opened.

Cierra had never thought that such a shameful thing would happen to her.

Her hair was disheveled and a man of 1.8 meters was pressing on her. They were lying on the ground in a mess, surrounded by a group of people.

She even wanted to die.

Until someone moved Draven away, she held her elbow and sat up from the narrow space and she was still in a daze.

"Cici, are you all right?"

William cleared a way through the crowd and looked at her worriedly.

The moment she saw William, she finally couldn't stand the grievance of being trapped in the elevator and she threw herself into his arms with red

eyes.

"Why are you so late? I've been trapped for a long time."

"Why did you sneak out and didn't answer the phone? It's Harold who found you according to the

location."

Although it was safer at home, it may also be dangerous. After all, Jaquan had been kidnapped when. he was a child.

William scolded her, but when he saw the grievance on her face, he couldn't help coaxing her. "All right, all right. Fortunately, the elevator was just stuck. It's not a big deal."

Cierra nodded. She stood up with William's help and looked down at her broken high heels. "The shoes are broken..."

William laughed at her words. He touched her head and said, "I'll buy a new pair for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a (ho a rse) and low voice came from behind.

"Mrs. Trevino's shoes were damaged because of me. I should be the one to buy a new pair for her, right?"