Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

During that time, she wanted to kill herself. If it weren’t for Ernest, she would have died a long time

ago.

She was like a rat crossing the street. Everyone hated her. She’d better disappear once and for all.

But after all, there was still someone she liked.

So what if he didn’t like her? Was it wrong for her to like him herself?

Since he hated her for getting close to him, she could help him secretly. Just like when he was

punished for doing something wrong, she secretly gave him a cake.

Therefore, she liked to hide her feelings for him. She weaved their names together, hoping that the

man he liked could safely get through the difficulties.

Unfortunately, she, who couldn’t show up in public, shouldn’t exist in this world.

Fortunately, she came to her senses in time.

Cierra lowered her head with a faint smile. Although her tone was still casual, it was tinged with

fatigue.

“You’re right. I just wanted to fool you. I don’t like you anymore. I really feel uncomfortable when I think

about how you and Aleah have embarrassed me all these years. So I borrowed Sylvia’s account and

deliberately tricked you out to see your reaction. I didn’t expect that you would expose me.”

She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Since the game is over, I won’t stay any longer.”

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would shed tears.

She had already let go of him. Why was she still so sad?

It shouldn’t have happened. She told herself that she couldn’t cry, at least not in front of him.

Behind her, Draven didn’t stop her.

He stood there. Cierra’s smile just now was vivid in his mind.

She had admitted that she was not Sylvia, which was exactly the same as his speculation, but he

always felt that something was wrong.

He seemed to have missed something, but he didn’t catch it.

But no matter what, he had now thoroughly figured out why Sylvia was unwilling to renew the contract

with the Trevino Group. It was because of Cierra. It was the same reason as Landen’s.

It didn’t matter. Now that the jewelry project was in full swing, it didn’t matter if they lacked someone

named Sylvia. With her around, it would just be icing on the cake.

Draven stood still and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he caught up with Cierra, who was about to

go out, and said, “It’s getting late. Stay for dinner.”

Cierra cared about her reputation in front of others. At that time, she wanted to cry, but she forced

herself to hold back. After putting on her high heels and sunglasses, she became arrogant again.

Hearing the voice in her ear, she stopped, pushed up her sunglasses, and looked at him through them.

She said then, “Draven Trevino, are you seriously ill?”

Draven frowned, saying, “Cierra Boyle, can’t you talk nicely?”

Even though she had never attended etiquette classes since Aleah came back, they grew up together.

How could she become so vulgar now?

Cierra put on her sunglasses and snorted, saying, “With your temper, if you don’t want to listen, you will

cover your ears. As for this meal, forget it. It’s not like you’re treating me. I’m too shameless for me to

stay. Anyway, I’ve achieved my goal, haven’t I?”

No!

Regardless of whether Draven believed it or not, she affected his mood dramatically.

Thinking about it, she thought that it was worth it.

People had to learn to reconcile with themselves and everyth

that went wrong.

Naturally, Draven understood what she meant. Looking gloomy, he reached out to grab her and

asked, “So you’re here to tease me?”

Frowning, she pulled her wrist out and poked his chest in disgust before saying, “Mr. Trevino, don’t

touch me. Do you like it when I treat you like this? Huh?”

He pursed his lips and stared at her in silence.

Cierra didn’t make further moves. She retracted her hand and glanced at the restaurant behind her.

Thank you for spending so much effort, but it’s a pity that I sadden you. Besides, it doesn’t seem

suitable for us to sit together for dinner, given our relationship. Mr. Trevino, if you are free, I think it’s

more appropriate for us to go through the divorce formalities.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Draven sneered and said, “Cierra Boyle, don’t even think about

it!”

She had played tricks on him again and again, but she wanted to divorce him so easily. Why?

Cierra knew what he was thinking, saying with a smile, “It’s up to you. After all, I’ve liked you before. I’m

quite happy to be Mrs. Trevino for a few more days.”

She said so on purpose. After all, she knew how much he hated her in the past.

After saying that, she turned around without noticing the confusion and loneliness in Draven’s

eyes.

“She once liked me.”

The implication was that she naturally didn’t like me now.

But that was how it should be, wasn’t it?

He didn’t like her, and she shouldn’t have liked him.

He frowned as he was lost in his thoughts. Looking up and seeing that Cierra had walked out, he

followed her.

“Mr. Trevino, are you planning to get a divorce certificate with me?”

The two of them entered the elevator together. When the elevator door closed, Cierra tilted his head

and teased him.

Standing next to her, Draven looked steadily forward and replied, “Why don’t you beg me? Maybe I’ll be

there with you if I’m in a good mood.”

Smiling, Cierra said without hesitation, “Okay, then I beg you.”