Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Humiliation

Draven came out of the guest room and stood by the railing on the second floor.

He didn't look well, and his brows were tightly furrowed. Probably because he had been woken up, he was full of resentment.

It was understandable. If Cierra Boyle were to be woken up at this time, she would not give others a good face either.

"Sorry, I couldn't replace the switch. I accidentally made too much noise just now and woke you up....'

Cierra Boyle couldn't remember the things that happened yesterday, let alone why she was in

Stream Villa.

But no matter what, she was in his house.

Now that she was living in someone else's house, she had to be polite.

Draven Trevino looked down at her coldly. After hearing her words, he snorted softly.

"Well...

His home."

If he remembered correctly, the house was her property.

He looked down at the woman downstairs with her arms crossed, and there was a hint of sarcasm in

his tone.

"So Mrs. Trevino, do you want to leave now because you can't stay at my house for a moment?"

He was sure that Cierra Boyle was sober now. She was no longer the drunk woman yesterday who was like a child when Ernest Trevino was alive. But when he thought that she couldn't wait to leave as soon as she woke up, he was filled with

anger.

At this moment, Cierra Boyle was still a little confused. She couldn't figure out why the man was so

angry.

She only knew that she was cold and hungry, so she explained, "I'm not leaving, and I don't have a car now. I'm just..."

"So if there is a car or someone coming to pick you up at this time, are you going to leave directly?"

Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her coldly.

Cierra Boyle felt that he was being unreasonable and gritted her teeth in anger. "So what if I am? I didn't even ask you why I'm staying here!" Why was he so angry?

She was clearly apologizing to him, why did he have to be so sarcastic?

Even if she left as soon as she woke up, it had nothing to do with him.

Her retort completely provoked Draven Trevino's anger. Just as he was about to speak again, his voice was suddenly interrupted by a voice coming from inside Cierra's stomach. The long voice seemed to protest against the dispute between the two, resounding in the empty

villa.

He was stunned.

Cierra Boyle was also stunned.

Then, her ears began to heat up, not to mention her flushed cheeks.

In just a few seconds, she felt as if a century had passed. It was so long that she wanted to die. She closed her eyes in despair.

Upstairs, Draven Trevino was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and couldn't help chuckling.

Then he remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since she came back yesterday afternoon. "Wake up from hunger?"

There was still a smile on his face, and his anger had completely dissipated. He leaned lazily against the railing.

Cierra Boyle didn't want to talk to him at all.

She just wanted to know why she was always embarrassed in front of him.

Last time, she was on her period. This time...

It was too embarrassing!

Cierra Boyle was trembling with anger.

She didn't even want to go to the kitchen to look for food. She looked at him with resentment and asked, "Where's my phone?" She didn't want to stay here any longer!

"There are some dumplings and frozen steaks in the refrigerator. There should be noodles in the kitchen. What do you want to eat?" Instead of answering her question, Draven walked down the stairs slowly. Looking at her nightgown, he couldn't help frowning.

He picked up a folded pillow from the sofa, opened it, and put it over her.

"I didn't touch your phone. The clothes you took off and your bag are in the master bedroom. Tell me what you want to eat first. Let's eat first." "Who changed my clothes?"

Cierra Boyle grabbed the key point of his words. Ignoring her phone, she widened her eyes

asked.

and

Draven Trevino was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, but he stopped and looked at her with a faint smile.

"Who do you think, Mrs. Trevino?"

ew

He deliberately lowered his voice, especially the way he addressed her, which was particularly

ambiguous.

There was no third person in the villa. As soon as she thought of that possibility, she felt ashamed and angry, "You..."

However, he didn't explain. "What's wrong? You're my wife. I'm just changing your clothes and wiping your body. Is there a problem?"

"You (bas ta rd)!"

Cierra Boyle gritted her teeth so hard that they were about to break. "You've divorced me. What right do you have to change my clothes for me?" What's more, he was going to marry Aleah Boyle. Why did he do this to her?

His anger was ignited by her ruthless scolding. His frivolous gaze swept over her, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Don't worry. Your body is not tempting to me, even if it's really me..."

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the tears on Cierra's face.

It seemed that he didn't expect her to cry so silently and catch him off guard.

"Then I'm really sorry. My ugly body has dirtied Mr. Trevino's eyes."

The corners of Cierra Boyle's eyes turned red as she looked straight into Draven Trevino's eyes.

In the past, she really wanted to know

how did he feel when he saw the scars on her body?

In the end, she knew it. Men were all the same. They only cared about sex.

His ugly body did not arouse his interest at all.

Or perhaps, she should thank him for giving her so many "gifts" that she could set up a barrier to protect herself.

Otherwise, she wouldn't know what kind of person she would have sex with when she was drunk.

"Cierra..."

He was at a loss and regretted teasing her.

He pursed his lips and explained in a low voice after a while, "I didn't change your clothes. It's the cleaner who cleaned the villa regularly. You were so drunk yesterday that you were sweating all over. You didn't sleep well without changing your clothes."

With these words, he pondered for a moment and added in a low voice.

"I just wanted to tease you. I didn't know I would make you so sad. I'm sorry."

He apologized in a sincere tone.

However, Cierra Boyle still couldn't stop crying. She turned her head away and didn't want to look

at him.

She didn't care about his words anymore.

So what if he was interested in her?

Anyway, they were divorced. If everything went according to plan, Jason Parker had already sent the divorce certificate to the courier station of Aqua Apartment yesterday.

He looked at her face and didn't say anything.

He said, "I'll get you something to eat. Sit down for a while."

Without saying a word, Cierra Boyle went to the coffee table to get a tissue to wipe her face.

It was so embarrassing to cry over such words.

But at that moment, she really couldn't help it.

Even her brothers didn't know how many scars there were on her body.

She sneaked away from the operation and didn't do it.

At first, she just wanted to remind herself how she got these scars.

Now, she almost became a tool for the man to humiliate her.

What a joke!