Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 46 Draven Kicks Cierra Out of the Villa “I said something was wrong with you!” Cierra finally managed to reach the phone, which she soon snatched back. Then she nestled back into the sofa, looking rather annoyed.

She thought, I'm partly to blame for all this. If | hadn't chosen Stream Villa as our home, which | thought would be less noisy back then, | should be able to leave by myself now. Just grabbing a cab will do! Draven did not say anything more. Instead, he looked deeply at her.

Then, titling his body slightly, he took out his cell phone..

Cierra's phone number was still lying there at the top of his contacts, even after all these years.

He pursed his lips and dialed the number.

But just like all the calls he made over the years, only a mechanical female voice sounded. “The number you dialed does not exist...” He put it on the speaker deliberately so that Cierra could hear that.

Even though he did not say a word, his intention was plain to see.

If Cierra had not changed her phone number, how could the number be defunct? And it didn’t look like she had blacklisted him as well.

But Cierra lay lazily on the sofa, unmoved. “That is your problem failing to get through to me, not mine. I've told you that | have not changed my number. And | am not lying.” However, Draven did not buy it and handed his phone over. “Give me your new number.” “What's your problem? Why would | lie to you?” Cierra wished she could kick him away.

But Draven didn't retract his arm. “You tell me!” Draven thought, she kept me in the dark about being back in the country, wanting to get a divorce. And she didn't tell me how she managed to get to know the Barton family. All of this suggests that she is more than likely to lie to me! At the thought of this, he urged her by kicking her calf a bit, which was dangling over the sofa. “Hurry up.” Cierra was speechless.

She locked her phone and threw it to the side. Then, after picking up a pillow from the sofa, she buried her head under it.

“You're right! I've changed my number. But | don’t want to give it to you. All | want is for you to be away from my life for good. If | have managed to divorce you, you would be a stranger to me already.” The room was reduced to silence for a few seconds.

Then, Draven’s deep voice sounded again. “Cierra, you finally speak your bosom!” “Yes, that's how | feel now.” Cierra was annoyed.

After the divorce, she would treat him like a stranger.

Staring at Cierra's back, Draven let out a sneer.

He thought, a stranger.

So she can forget all the things that have happened in the past? Well, that makes sense. | should have known that she was a hard-hearted person long before, who would do anything for her own interests.

Why would | still have expectations of her, thinking that she was still that little girl when she'was a kid? Why would | still want to make up for the past three years after our divorce, thinking that | owe her that?

His face turning utterly cold, he bent over to pick up his phone and threw the suit on Cierra.

“Get out.” “What did you say?” The suit came right at Cierra’s head, which blinded her.

And by the time she got rid of it, Draven had already been on the stairs. Obviously, he had no intention of buying pads for her anymore.

Then without a backward glance, he said in an extremely cold tone, “I say get out. Now.” Cierra was stunned, despite wanting to leave more than anything. What perplexed her was Draven’s sudden change of tune. One minute, he insisted on her staying, and the next, he was already kicking her out.

At the thought of this, Cierra asked, “What gets you this time?” Draven tilted his head to glance at her, having a condescending attitude.

“Aren't you a picky sleeper and sick of me leaving traces everywhere in the villa? And don't you hate it when you see me and wish that you have never met me? Now you can be happy because all that you want is getting real.”

Cierra looked into his dark eyes, wanting to say something. But at last, she bit her lip.

Then picking up her purse and William's suit, she turned around and left without a backward glance.

Meanwhile, Draven, who was standing on the stairs, got even gloomier.

‘And only when Cierra disappeared from view did he retract his gaze at her.

And after taking two steps, he jerked to a halt and smashed his phone down harshly. A dull bang echoed in the empty villa soon.

Outside the villa, the wind was blowing, and the night was bleak.

After she went out of the villa, Cierra shuddered because of the cold.

Then she put on William's suit, folded her arms, and took out her phone to make a call.

But she failed to get through to either William or Harold.

Despite her heels chafing her feet, Cierra had to limp along the road step by step.

It was almost midnight. Plus, the Stream Villa was located in a remote area. There was no way she could grab a cab.

Then under a sycamore tree, Cierra stopped. Once again, she dialed William's and Harold's numbers.

Still, no one answered.

The wind blowing nonstop, Cierra felt a pain coming from her lower abdomen, which made her desire to lie down where she was. But she knew she couldn't do that. Therefore, biting the bullet, she held on to a tree trunk and waited for William and Harold to return the call.

Meanwhile, in the villa, Draven’s shadowy tall figure showed up in front of the window.

He pursed his thin lips and stared at Cierra, whose figure looked so small under the sycamore tree. In his hand, there was his phone, whose screen had been shattered, as if it was due to his tight squeeze.

He thought, as long as she looks back, | will go downstairs and get her back here.

But all the while, Cierra hadn't looked back.

That being said, Draven did not leave. Instead, he just stood there and looked at her quietly.

He thought, | wonder how much longer she can hang in there. | mean, she is in a lot of pain.

As it was, Cierra was very close to giving up.

Actually, she didn't suffer from menstrual cramps before like she did now. But ever since that incident, in which someone followed her and kept her in the snow for nearly a whole night, she found winter much less pleasant.

Her limbs would become very cold whenever winter came, and she would feel a sharp pain every time she had her period.

‘And now that she had been standing in the middle of nowhere for so long, with the wind blowing hard like that, it ‘would be a wonder if she didn't feel the pain.

‘And at some point, she finally got through to William. Feeling deeply wronged and bursting with sorrow, she started to soba bit.

“William...” William was anxious upon hearing that. “What happened, Cici? Harold and | were caught up with something just now.

He told me that you left with Draven. Did something happen?” “I'm fine. Don’t worry.” Cierra hurried to comfort him. “It's just that | am outside Draven’s villa now and fail to grab a cab whatsoever, and my abdomen hurts from the cold. Can you come and pick me up? Or can you send a car over if you're not available?” At that moment, another voice sounded over the phone, which was deep and cold but yet gentle and cautious.

“Cici, where are you now? Drop a pin, and I'll go there to pick you up. William is slightly busy now.” Cierra was surprised at Coby answering the phone. “Coby? Why are you in New York?" Coby’s cold voice carried a smile. “I've just arrived and only met William and the rest a while ago. And then, we were caught up

with something. That's why we failed to answer your calls.” “It's okay. I'm fine, and | can wait. Please send whoever you see fit here.” “Drop a pin, and I'll pick you up myself.” “Alright then. I'll wait for you, Coby.” After the call, Cierra felt a surge of warmth both in her heart and her body.

Half an hour later, a black Maybach stopped by the sycamore tree.

The moment Coby got out of the car, Cierra pounced on him with both grievance and excitement, hugging him tightly.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the villa, Draven was holding a blanket in his hand, wanting to deliver it to Cierra.

But at the sight of how Cierra threw herself at Coby, he stopped.