Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Cierra Boyle, Behave Yourself

The feeling on Draven Trevino's neck made him stiffen.

"Cierra Boyle, behave yourself!”

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes darkened.

He held the woman's slender waist with one hand and raised the other hand to touch her forehead, trying to keep her head away from him.

But he couldn't stop her.

It took him a lot of effort to resist her head, but Cierra Boyle had already messed up his suit and got

in with both hands.

He raised his eyebrows and said in a low and (h o ar se) voice, "Don't move, okay?"

However, at that moment, Cierra Boyle had already lost consciousness. She only thought that she had fallen asleep and was hugging a furry doll.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist and hugged him firmly.

Her head was still looking for a comfortable place to lean against, but unfortunately, she couldn't replace one for a long time because of Draven Trevino's head.

She simply rested her head on his hand and rested her face on his hand. She slept in his arms. awkwardly, and her posture seemed to be neither strange nor out of place. The back seat finally quieted down.

There was no more noise. Jason Parker, who was driving, glanced through the rearview mirror and couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft..."

Draven Trevino looked at him coldly.

Jason Parker quickly raised the partition and didn't dare to look at them again.

The space was cut off, and the back seat seemed to be quieter.

Draven Trevino looked at the woman in his arms helplessly.

It was not a good idea to hold her head all the time. He had no choice but to slowly move her head

back and then withdraw his hand.

She also found a comfortable place to lean against and stopped moving.

Draven Trevino looked down at the woman in his arms and couldn't help snorting. "You can't drink

and you drink so much. I will never take care of you!"

Probably knowing that she was being scolded, Cierra Boyle, who was sound asleep, moved restlessly and rubbed against his chest.

Once again, he tensed up and sat there like a puppet.

Fortunately, the woman in his arms no longer relied on drunkenness to do evil. She just found a more comfortable position to lean against.

As time went by, the scenery outside the car went backward.

After the partition rose, the space in the back seat seemed much smaller.

The woman's fragrance, mixed with the smell of fruit wine, gradually spread out, as if she had made another cup of delicious wine that could make people savor. However, Draven Trevino felt a little breathless.

He knocked on the board and said slowly in a low voice, "Jason Parker, move the partition and open the window to get some fresh air."

"Mr. Trevino, are you done?"

The partition automatically lowered. Jason Parker didn't know what was wrong with him, but he subconsciously said this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked into the rearview mirror and met Draven Trevino's cold

eyes.

At that moment, Jason Parker wished he could jump out of the car and leave.

What did he say?

He quickly explained, "Mr. Trevino, I mean, Mr. Trevino didn't move again..."

The more he explained, the more confused. Jason Parker simply shut his mouth and drove quietly. Draven Trevino had no intention of explaining. He just stared coldly at the scenery outside the car. The car was quiet again, leaving only the whistling wind.

When they were about to arrive at the Stream Villa, Cierra Boyle slowly opened her eyes and spoke in a( h o ar se) voice.

"I'm so thirsty..."

Suddenly, Draven Trevino did not dare to move. He did not even dare to look down at her.

He was afraid that if he looked into her eyes, she would recall some bad memories and cause

trouble in the car.

Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. She still leaned against his chest and didn't

want to move at all.

"Is there any water? I want some water."

Her weak voice sounded tired and aggrieved.

Draven Trevino raised his head to look at Jason Parker. A bottle of pure water was naturally delivered to him, and Jason Parker slowed down the car. Draven Trevino handed it to Cierra Boyle. She sat up slightly and didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she drank quietly while the water was held in his hand.

She kept drinking as if she had been trapped in the desert for a long time.

The water in the bottle was quickly reduced by half. She finally stopped and fell back into his arms.

"I'm so tired..."

He wrapped his arms around her and covered the water. Hearing this, Draven Trevino chuckled and said, "Did drinking water tire you out, or did sleeping make you tired? My delicate girl, huh?" "I'm not delicate!"

Cierra Boyle raised her eyes and glared at him.

She probably hadn't woken up yet. Her eyes were so dark and bright that people couldn't take their

eyes off her.

Draven Trevino lowered his gaze and looked at her plain face. His voice was low and (h o ar se) as he said, "Yes, you're not delicate."

She snorted softly as if she was no longer angry at his words.

However, when she woke up, she had a bad temper. She threw a tantrum in his arms like a little girl who hadn't had enough sleep.

"Draven Trevino, my head hurts..."

-She looked aggrieved and pitiful.

No matter what she said, Draven Trevino didn't say anything.

Cierra Boyle felt even more wrong. She grabbed his hand and said, "Give me a massage. My head feels like it's been pric ked by needles. It hurts."

Her warm hand fell on his dry palm, but she couldn't raise it with much strength, and then it fell

again.

You deserve that."

Draven Trevino didn't move and let her do whatever she wanted. "You insisted on drinking alone.

Now you have a headache and are shouting. I'll ignore you."

"I won't drink anymore. I won't drink anymore, okay?"

Cierra Boyle opened her bid watery eyes!

She looked at him, looking pitiful.

After getting drunk, she looked very different from usual.

Like a piece of white paper, it was so clean that no one dared to draw a stroke.

She didn't wear heavy makeup, but she looked more delicate than usual. People couldn't bear to scold her. They just wanted to flatter her. Even if she made a huge mistake, it seemed that they could forgive

her.

Draven Trevino raised his hand and rubbed her temples slowly.

The woman was like a kitten whose chin had been scratched. She narrowed her eyes comfortably

and nestled in his arms again.

After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes and asked softly, "Are your hands sore?"

He stared at her and said, "A little."

"Then I'm good."

She avoided his hand and buried her head in his chest. Her long hair fluttered in the wind and

wrapped around his fingers.

The car drove slowly on the road.

The afternoon sun shone through the tall parasol trees on the side of the road, through the gap in

the window, and shone on her delicate face.

Instead of looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Draven Trevino lowered his eyes

and stared at her face.

After a long time, he asked, "Have you gone through the divorce formalities?"

His words were obviously directed at Jason Parker, who was driving.

"Ah?"

Jason Parker was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and said, "Not... not yet, Mr.

Trevino."

As soon as he got the divorce agreement at noon, he was called out by the boss to be a driver before he could go out of the company. How could he have time to do this?

He didn't have time.

"Are you going to wait for Cierra to wake up and go with her in person?"

After hesitating for a while, Jason Parker asked.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was, "Were they not going to divorce?"

After all, he thought the two of them did not look like they were going to divorce. However, when he thought of the angry expression on his boss's face when he gave him the divorce agreement, he changed his words.

The man in the back seat was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he looked outside with his dark eyes.

The window in front was rolled down a little, and the wind came in through the gap.

He lifted Cierra's soft long hair and let it fall on his shoulder, h**ked his neck, and swept it over his earlobe...