Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

41 Clerra’s Scared “Why? Isn't every seat the same?” Draven did not understand.

The last time they went back to the Boyle's home to attend Aleah’s birthday party, Cierra deliberately sat at the back and treated him as a driver. Now, she asked to sit in the front? “Do you not understand?” Cierra looked at him with a strange expression.

“What should | understand?” Draven furrowed his brows.

He could understand that Cierra asked Aleah to get out of the car.

After all, what Aleah had done in the Boyle's home last time was too much. It was reasonable for Cierra to be angry and ask Aleah to back off.

But Cierra insisted on sitting in the passenger seat. He couldn't understand.

Harold explained from the side, “Mr. Trevino, only your girlfriend could sit in the passenger seat. Since you admit that Ms. Cierra is your wife, it's not OK to let other women sit there...” He paused and looked up at Draven.

“Or perhaps Ms. Cierra is no longer your choice, and you think that Ms. Aleah is your girlfriend. If that's the case, | think Ms. Cierra doesn't need to leave with you.” With this explanation, Draven immediately understood.

However, when he thought about how Cierra had insisted on sitting in the back seat last time, nameless anger suddenly burned in his heart.

Sure enough, she was the one who wanted to divorce from the beginning.

Now it seemed that returning back to the country to divorce was one of her plans.

But Cierra still pretended that she was the one who had been divorced.

The truth was Draven was dumped by Cierra.

With a cold face, Draven turned around and knocked on the car window. “Aleah, get out of the car.” Aleah was in disbelief.

After being stunned for a few seconds, she pouted and said, “Draven, did | do something wrong?” Draven said calmly, “No, it's just that the divorce procedures are not done yet. In name, Cierra and | are still a couple.

Do you understand?” Aleah pursed her lips in the car, then pushed the door open and got out of the car.

“Draven, | got it. Anyway, | was with my colleagues, so I'll leave with them too. | thought you could

first.” send me back on your way home. But now since you are with Cierra, then | will go Aleah was a wise woman. She knew what she should do.

She lifted her skirt and walked in another direction. The wind lifted her hair, and her thin body shivered in the wind.

After taking two steps, she even turned back to look at Draven. The bitter smile on her lips was extremely pitiful.

That look even made Cierra feel sorry for her.

Cierra was too cruel! Cierra felt that she was like a vicious woman who split a loving couple up.

She glanced at Draven. “Mr. Trevino, aren't you going to chase her back?” Draven lowered his eyebrows and opened the door to the passenger seat. His voice seemed to be tinged with the cold night wind, “Get in the car.” Cierra finally understood what it meant to suffer from her own actions.

She did not expect Aleah to be so humble and get out of the car just like that.

It was no wonder that Cierra could not get Draven’s heart. If she was Draven, she would choose Aleah.

Showing weakness made men feel sympathetic.

However, things ended up like that. If she didn’t get in the car, it would be too much.

Cierra let go of Harold's hand.

Harold's expression changed slightly. “Sis...” Before the word ‘sister’ came out, Cierra interrupted him with a smile.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me. | want to talk to him. Let me go back, okay?” She patiently said to Harold.

“No!” Harold was worried and refused without thinking.

Draven had already used so many tricks overseas. Cierra had just returned to the country, and he had even sent people to tail her. Now, he stalled over divorcing. Who knew what this man was up to now?

But this righteous rejection was another kind of provocation when Draven heard it.

Now it was a men’s fight.

When Draven saw Cierra speak to Harold with such an attitude, he was even more furious.

His face turned cold. “Mr. Bernard—Barton, I'm going to take Cierra home. | don’t need your permission, do 1? Cierra, get in the car!” Cierra tumed a deaf ear to Draven’s words.

She had not forgotten about her promise, but she could not let Harold worry about her.

“Harold, I'm going back with him to talk about the divorce. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” She coaxed Harold in a low voice and shook her hand.

“Hey, | brought the ring you gave me. If anything happens, | will look for you immediately, okay?” Harold still did not agree.

Cierra could only act like a spoiled child. She hugged his arm and shook it. “I'll cook for you when | come back tomorrow. I'll only cook what you like, okay?” Harold's expression finally eased, and he finally agreed.

Cierra revealed a smile, “See you tomorrow!”

Even so, Harold's expression did not look any better.

Compared to him, Draven’s face was darker. His face was as dark as ink.

They were acting so intimately in front of Draven. He was not blind, OK? When he saw the bright smile on her face, Draven could not help but drag Cierra over without thinking! “Get in the car!” Cierra was caught off guard, and the high heels under her feet almost twisted. She fell straight .towards the car! Seeing that her head was about to hit the car, Draven reacted quickly. His long arms wrapped around her slender waist, and his other hand protected the back of her head.

Ignoring the pain of the back of his hand being hit, he supported Cierra to stand firm and looked her up and down.

“Are you hurt?” Clerra shook her head and immediately pushed Draven away. “I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Trevino.” She got into the passenger seat. She felt uncomfortable wearing the high heels, so she took them.

off.

Then she leaned against the soft seat to rest and did not give Draven a look.

Outside the car, Harold was frightened and blamed Draven, “Mr. Trevino, don't be so rude to'a lady.”

If not for him, Cierra wouldn't have nearly fallen! Draven was angry. When he heard Harold's words, he coldly turned his head back. “Don’t worry, Mr. Bernard—Barton.

| will take good care of Cierra. But you, Mr. Bernard-Barton, should remind your cousin not to covet a woman who hasn't divorced yet. Men could be home wreckers too.” Then, he slammed the car door.

Cierra was so shocked that she opened her eyes and rubbed her ears impatiently.

Crazy Draven! When Draven got in the car, she turned over and curled up in the passenger seat. Her head looked out the window.

She did not want to look at him.

Draven glanced at her and drove around the pool in front of the venue.

The speed of the car was so fast that it almost sent Cierra flying! She grasped the handle tightly and barely managed to prevent herself from falling over to the driver's seat.

However, as soon as they reached the road, the speed of the car did not show any signs of slowing down. It even sped up.

“Draven, can you slow down?” Cierra finally said.

Draven turned a deaf ear and even overtook cars.

The back—pushing feeling and the cars next to her almost made Cierra cry out in fear. She couldn't help but close her eyes. “Draven, can you slow down? I'm scared!” She didn’t know if her voice was really trembling, but it made him finally slow down the car.

The speed of the car stabilized, and a low and cold voice slowly came.

“Stay away from the people of the Barton family.” Cierra was still in shock, but she said, “Then can you stay away from Aleah?*