Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 407

“Miss Barton, are you talking to me?”

Patrick turned around and looked down at her.

Cierra said for certain, “What else can I talk to in this room other than you?”

The man was about to die from blood loss, hanging on the wall without any movement. If it weren’t for his weak breathing, everyone would have thought…

As for herself, her hands and feet were tied. Who else could she call?

Patrick seemed to have heard something funny. He looked her up and down and said, “Miss Barton, you’re a little bolder. It’s seems that you don’t know me well enough and’ you are ordering me around. Do you really think you’re here as a guest?”

“But Mr Trevino, didn’t you invite me here?”

Cierra tilted her head like him and said wearily, “Your treatment is really bad.”

Patrick sneered and glanced at Cierra coldly, no longer responding to her.

How could he not tell that Cierra was doing this on purpose?

But the fact that this woman could calm down so quickly and start to talk to him. casually showed that she was obviously not a good person as well.

This game seemed to be more interesting.

He stared at Cierra for a long time and suddenly smiled. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way I treat my guests. If you’re not satisfied, you should find a way to make me happy, understand?”

To make him happy?

Disdain flashed across Cierra’s face.

Patrick didn’t care about her rudeness at all. He said in his usual voice, “Miss Barton, don’t you understand? Didn’t I tell you the solution just now?”

He leaned over to get close to Cierra and let out a hissing breath.

“Beg me.”

Cierra moved her head to the side to avoid his touch. She said innocently with the red marks on her neck “But I didn’t beg you at that time, and you didn’t kill me, did you? Do you not have enough strength to kill me, or are you reluctant to part with me?”

She deliberately imitated Patrick’s tone and spat out the last sentence lightly.

Disgusting her?

She was going to disgust hin back!

Patrick turned his head to look at her and suddenly chuckled. “Miss Barton’s ways of provoking people are rather mean.

He straightened up and ignored her. He walked around the small messy house in his leather shoes.

Cierra also followed his footsteps and then noticed the house.

What came into view was Brian Boyle, who was suspended on the wall. Not far from him was an iron gate. Looking to the left, there was a tile-covered wall. The patterns on it were a little strange, and some parts were a little irregular, as if it had been hollowed out and something had been installed. She couldn’t see anything.

She could only look away.

There was a single bed on her right. Of course, it was now an iron frame with rust stains. No one knew how many years it had been since someone had touched it and how many years ago people had lived here.

Behind her, when Cierra was still in the dark, she could vaguely feel that there was nothing special about the decoration on the opposite side. There was just a wall and no window It was so oppressive that it drove people crazy.

She glanced at the man who was pacing back and forth in the room. She felt that this man had probably grown up in such an environment.

He might be just like a wolf raised in a cage, who was still fed with raw meat to keep his animal nature, and were not given a suitable environment.