Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 73 Twenty-two Cups of Wine, Congratulations on Being Single Again When she received Ryan West's message, Cierra Boyle was working on her design draft.

William's birthday was coming, so she planned to make a ring for him as a birthday gift.

When she saw the message, her hand tilted for a moment, leaving a mark on the white paper. It also completely destroyed the entire document and could no longer be used.

She picked up her phone and stared at it for a while, “Am | finally going to go through the formalities?” She didn’t seem to believe it, so she specially sent a message to ask. Of course, she got a positive answer, and he also got, “Don’t mention her in front of me again. You don't have to tell me about her news.” Cicl: Got it. Thank you.

Cierra Boyle stared expressionlessly at that sentence for a long time before thanking Ryan West and then turning off her phone.

It was good to completely break up with him.

Anyway, she didn't like him anymore.

‘When the divorce certificate was sent over, she would deal with Dr. Charles's affairs and then go back to Los Angeles to live with her parents.

From then on, she would never contact him again.

She would fall in love with a better man and live a better life.

She would no longer be tortured by her crush, nor would she get angry because of Draven Trevino.

She had relatives and a career, and it would get better and better.

However, she felt uncomfortable, and the design was almost finished, but she couldn't pick up the pen to make up for it.

“Sad? But she doesn't like him anymore.” Cierra Boyle couldn't figure it out. She put down her pencil and

stared blankly at the table.

When she returned to the country, she was ready to divorce him, wasn't she? It was probably because she had been delayed by Draven Trevino for too long. Now that he was finally officially going to go through the formalities, she felt that it was incredible.

Yes, she was just not used to it.

After thinking of that, she picked up the pencil again and tried to add the last few strokes of the design draft.

However, there were too many messy thoughts in her mind and she couldn't get rid of them.

‘When she was a child, she followed Draven Trevino around like a clingy puppy; when she was abandoned by the Boyle family, she felt so inferior that she didn’t dare to see him after living with the serv*nts and only dared to secretly send him small cakes; when she was abroad for the first time in the past three years, she was all alone...

She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't control herself at all.

What annoyed her, even more, was the fact that she had been with Draven Trevino since she came back from abroad.

He was defending her at Aleah Boyle's birthday party. He misunderstood the relationship between her and William and gave William a punch. And at Fan ny’s fashion dinner party, that absurd kiss...

Thinking of what had happened that night, Cierra Boyle became even angrier and put down the pencil.

She turned on her phone again and sent a message to Ryan West.

Cici: Are you busy? Come out for a drink? Ryan West's eyes widened when he received the news! He sat up from the sofa and stared at his phone for a long time.

“Oh my go d, am | seeing this right?”

Cici actually invited him out for a drink! Before he could reply, Cierra Boyle had already sent him the address.

Cici: See you at the 9th Mansion in half an hour.

Ryan West: Okay, okay, okay! I'll be right there! How could he refuse the goddess’s invitation? Even if there was something to do, he had to refuse, not to mention that he was so bored now.

After typing those words, Ryan West threw away his phone and went into Draven Trevino's lounge. “Draven, can | take a shower in here? By the way, can | use your perfume? I'll just spray it a few times!” “What's wrong with you again?” Draven Trevino was already annoyed. Thinking of that heartless woman, he sat at his desk all morning and didn't even read a single document. Now that he

saw Ryan West became excited, he felt even more suffocated.

We didn’t know if Ryan West did it on purpose or because he was too excited. He retorted without thinking.

“What are you talking about? It's Cici who asked me out to drink. She has just to be single. No matter what, | have to pay attention to her.” “What did you say?” ‘When Draven Trevino heard this, his voice immediately turned cold.

Ryan West was not afraid of him and did not take his words to heart at all. He said word by word seriously, “I said, I'll go for a drink to celebrate Cici’s return to being single. I'm looking forward to meeting her.” “She hasn't divorced me yet.” Draven Trevino was rebutting the word ” Single”.

Ryan West clicked his tongue and said, “You've already gone through the divorce formalities. Aren't you both back to being single today? Would you like to go with me? Have a break-up

drink with your ex-wife? If you can't be husband and wife, you can be friends in the future.” Ryan West chatted with him, he didn’t forget to look at the time.

He was afraid that it was too late for him to take a shower, so he decided to put on some perfume. He didn't even notice how pale Draven Trevino looked at the moment.

‘When he came out of the lounge, the man in front of the desk had regained his composure and was flipping through the documents on the table with a gloomy face.

Ryan West asked casually, “Are you really not going?” Without raising his head, Draven Trevino replied, “I'm not going.” It was as if he wanted to sever all ties with her and have nothing to do with Cici in the future.

“Then I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything!” Ryan West didn't care. He was completely focused on Cierra Boyle. He took his phone and left quickly as if he wouldn't be

able to see her if he was late.

As soon as the office door was closed, the man inside raised his eyes, which were full of coldness.

Cold.

They celebrated her return to being single.

Heh...

Good for her! After sitting quietly at his desk for a moment, he raised his hand and dialed a number.

By the time Ryan West arrived at the Ninth Club, Cierra Boyle had already arrived.

She sat sideways in front of the bar counter, and everyone could see her at a glance.

There were a lot of colorful wines in front of her. The bartender opposite her was still shaking his glass. Soon, another glass of wine was placed in front of her.

She didn't drink it. She just sniffed it, picked it up, and put it in

her mouth. She wanted to drink it, but she was very conflicted.

“Haven't you drunk it before?” Ryan West didn't stand at the ceremony. He sat directly next to Cierra Boyle and picked up a glass of light blue wine. “Can | drink it?” Cierra Boyle nodded. “I've asked the bartender to make the color. That's the ninth glass.” Ryan West raised his head and took a sip. His movements were wild. He turned his head and looked at Cierra Boyle seriously. There was a hint of roguishness in his eyes. “Are you going to drink it all up, or do you want me to drink it all?” “Can you drink it?” She had talked to the bartender when she ordered the wine.

According to her preferences, there were about 22 glasses.

Even if it wasn't wine, he couldn't drink 22 glasses of water.

Ryan West was amused by her innocent expression. “I can drink it, but | may not be able to finish it halfway. Cici, do you

know how strong the wine you picked is?" She was really good at choosing the best-looking ones.

It was the second time Cierra Boyle had come to a bar, so she shook her head honestly and said, “I — haven't” The last time William Barton ordered milk for her, he didn't even let her touch the wine.

To a large extent, she came here on a whim this time. It was fine when Ryan West was sitting next to her, he felt very uncomfortable when she was here alone just now.

“How dare you call me out when you haven't drunk yet? Aren't you afraid that I'll do something to you?” Ryan West laughed. When she dumped him last time, he thought she was very powerful.

“You won't.” Cierra Boyle shook her head with a firm tone.

Ryan West rested his chin on his hand and suddenly moved

closer to her. “You trust me so much?”