Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 She Was Scared

The woman holding him did not speak, but tightened her grip, as if she wanted to drag him to lie down with her.

The thunder outside the window gradually died down, but the rain was getting louder and louder. It poured down on the eaves.

Draven looked down at her and pursed his thin lips. After a long time, he couldn’t bear to look at the faint scar again and tried to pull up her clothes.

As soon as his warm fingers landed on her shoulder, the woman lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight.

“What are you doing?” She stared at him.

Draven’s hand was still in mid-air. When he met Cierra’s gaze, he didn’t know whether to retract it

or not.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and looked away. “Your clothes are in a mess. Tidy them up.’

Cierra got up very suddenly. The wh*te shirt slipped down from her shoulder, and the looming. wh*teness made people dare not to look at it in the darkness.

The woman seemed to be a little puzzled. She slowly lowered her head and then slowly frowned, as if she couldn’t understand his words.

Only then did Draven realize that something was wrong with her.

“Cierra…”

He raised his hand and waved it in front of her.

Another bolt of lightning flashed outside the room.

Under the light, Cierra blinked as well, but her eyes were exceptionally clear. Other than staring at

him, there was no other emotion.

It was as if her soul had been stripped away, leaving behind only a shell.

Draven pursed his lips. Suddenly, he wasn’t in the mood to look at her anymore. He just quietly tidied up her clothes and buttoned up her shirt.

Cierra was obedient. She knelt quietly in front of Draven and let him serve her.

When the top button was about to be fastened by him, a soft voice finally came out.

“I don’t want this. I feel uncomfortable.”

She moved her neck to avoid his touch. Her frown made her look like an innocent child.

Draven raised his hand as if he wanted to pat her on the head, but he suppressed the urge.

He looked at Cierra in silence for a while before asking, “Cierra, how old are you now?”

In the psychological analysis, there had been cases like this before. Normally, people would lose part of their memory for a short period of time due to extreme fear or special circumstances to protect themselves.

Draven didn’t know what Cierra had gone through to become like this, but he was sure that what she had suffered in the past must have been more cr*el than he had imagined.

There was another clap of thunder outside the window, which startled the woman in front of

Draven.

She shivered and looked around, as if she couldn’t find anything to hide herself. Her eyes were a little confused, and she could only hold her legs tightly.

It rained heavily, as if it had hit Draven’s heart and made him feel a burst of pain.

He lowered his head and picked up the thin blanket, trying to cover Cierra with it. However, as soon as he approached, the woman in front of him suddenly hugged her head and let out a whine like an

infant beast.

“Don’t hit me. I can give you money, all of it…”

She first said it in English, and then quickly repeated it in a foreign language.

Just like that, Draven’s movements froze in midair.

His throat was a little tight, and he said word by word, “I won’t hit you. Don’t be afraid, okay?”

Cierra raised her head slightly from her arms, her dark eyes filled with fear. “Are you… really not going to hit me?”

She tested him carefully.