Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

And since it was the middle of the night now, Draven’s company would ensure her safety.

However, Draven had no intention of driving her whatsoever. After asking about her current place of

residence, he turned around.

“It’s getting late. Now go upstairs and grab some rest. No matter how much you hate me, bear with it,

well, at least for tonight. As for your request, I suggest you think it over before bringing it up. Letting you

live elsewhere is the thing that I’m least willing to do.”

Cierra was stunned.

Then she came to her senses. In its wake, she picked up the pillow next to her and threw it at him.

“Draven, you’re despicable. I hate you!”

“Whatever.”

At the corner of the stairs, he saw how Cierra got worked up, which satisfied him greatly.

“Good night, Cierra.”

Cierra was absolutely livid about how he reacted.

And then, she thought of something.

After hesitating for a moment, she chased after Draven. But now, she was no longer as righteous as

she was. Instead, Cierra looked rather awkward. “Draven, wait!”

Draven acted as if they hadn’t had a row at all and leaned lazily against the railing while answering,

“What?”

Cierra gritted her teeth, hesitating. But at the thought of how Draven was the person who bought her

sanitary pad when she had her menarche, Cierra decided to summon up the courage to ask him.

“You’ve said that there is a change of clothes for me upstairs. Then… any chance that there happens

to be some… as well?”

His expression changing subtly, Draven looked down at her. “Am I that lascivious in your eyes? If I

wanted to have sex with you, I would have done it long before!”

“What’s wrong with you, Draven? Why would I ask you for that?” Cierra was exasperated.

Cierra thought, half an hour ago, he was still offering me some painkillers. And now, all he could think

of was sex!

Yelled at by Cierra, Draven finally understood what she meant.

Then, looking at Cierra, who was angry as hell, Draven, amused, burst into laughter.

He thought, really, what am I thinking?

Then Draven asked, “Don’t you have some in your bag?”

“No! That’s why I’m asking you!” Cierra glared at him.

The purse, which she chose to go with her gown, was too small to hold many pads. Actually, she did

bring two pads with her in

there. But to stay the night here, two pads would simply be insufficient.

Draven was silent for a moment and walked downstairs. “All right. I’ll go buy some for you.”

Since there was no supermarket near the villa, he had to drive a distance to buy the pads, which might

cost him half an hour in

total.

Cierra was discouraged. “You might as well just drive me to my apartment.”

Draven brushed past her and bent over to pick up the car keys on the coffee table. “Don’t even think

about it. Knowing that you’re not happy living here, I am more determined to want you to stay here for

the night.”

Cierra gave him a fleeting fake smile and then sat back down on the sofa with a furious face.

“There’s food in the fridge. If you’re hungry, go get some yourself in there. And the painkillers are in the

kitchen. You can take

them when needed. I’ll be back soon.”

With that, Draven left.

Cierra didn’t look at him when he was speaking. Instead, she lowered her head and started to play on

her phone.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, Draven saw something, which made him go back into the

room.

Soon, he came up to Cierra, casting a shadow on Cierra, who then looked up. “What are you doing?

Aren’t you supposed to go shopping for me now?”

Draven took out his phone and handed it to her. “Give me your new number and add me as your

friend.”

Cierra looked at him silently. She had mixed feelings about that.

She thought, he was so heartless back then, sending me abroad while deleting all my contacts. He

didn’t even reply to one single phone call or message from me. Now he’s asking for my contact?

But Cierra knew there was no point in questioning him about that.

“Why should I?” she asked coldly.

Draven frowned. “Of course you should. Even if you and I aren’t married, we grew up together. Even

the Barton family has your contact! Why can’t I?”

Draven thought, in the past three years, she has been contacting my mother. As for me? I haven’t

received a message from her

at all!

That was so not cool.

But Cierra didn’t take his phone. “Mr. Trevino, the right way to treat an ex–husband is to ignore him.

Although you and I are still technically married, you are nothing to me. Therefore, why bother asking for

my contact? Do you want me to blacklist you?”

“Cierra!”

“Who taught you to say all that bullshit?” Draven was not angered.

But Cierra didn’t answer that. “It’s none of your business! Now get away from me. I’m annoyed with you

standing here.”

Draven sneered coldly and snatched her phone from her hand.

“You are acting just like you did when you were a child. Do you want to divorce me? I wonder if you’ll

ever find another man

after the divorce.”

“Give me back my phone!”

Exasperated by him snatching her phone, Cierra reached out, wanting to get back her phone.

But Draven was too tall. The phone in his hand, which was held up high, was simply unreachable for

Cierra.

Noticing that Draven kept holding her phone in midair, Cierra shouted, “Are you gonna give it to me or

not?”

Cierra did not have the strength to pull his arm down, not to mention that she was wearing a gown,

which restrained her from making big movements.

“Draven, what’s wrong with you? I think you should go see a doctor! I know you can afford to pay your

own medical bills. And you know what? I have never changed my phone number. If you want it, you

shouldn’t have deleted it or blacklisted me before. Why are you so annoying?”

“What did you say?” Draven paused.