Chapter 78 Humiliation
Draven came out of the guest room and stood by the railing on the second floor.
He didn’t look well, and his brows were tightly furrowed. Probably because he had been woken up, he was full of resentment.
It was understandable. If Cierra Boyle were to be woken up at this time, she would not give others a good face either.
“Sorry, I couldn’t find the switch. I accidentally made too much noise just now and woke you up….”
Cierra Boyle couldn’t remember the things that happened yesterday, let alone why she was in
Stream Villa.
But no matter what, she was in his house.
Now that she was living in someone else’s house, she had to be polite.
Draven Trevino looked down at her coldly. After hearing her words, he snorted softly.
“Well…
His home.”
If he remembered correctly, the house was her property.
He looked down at the woman downstairs with her arms crossed, and there was a hint of sarcasm in
his tone.
“So Mrs. Trevino, do you want to leave now because you can’t stay at my house for a moment?”
He was sure that Cierra Boyle was sober now. She was no longer the drunk woman yesterday who was like a child when Ernest Trevino was alive.
But when he thought that she couldn’t wait to leave as soon as she woke up, he was filled with
anger.
At this moment, Cierra Boyle was still a little confused. She couldn’t figure out why the man was so
angry.
She only knew that she was cold and hungry, so she explained, “I’m not leaving, and I don’t have a
car now. I’m just…”
“So if there is a car or someone coming to pick you up at this time, are you going to leave directly?”
Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her coldly.
Cierra Boyle felt that he was being unreasonable and gritted her teeth in anger. “So what if I am? I didn’t even ask you why I’m staying here!”
Why was he so angry?
She was clearly apologizing to him, why did he have to be so sarcastic?
Even if she left as soon as she woke up, it had nothing to do with him.
Her retort completely provoked Draven Trevino’s anger. Just as he was about to speak again, his voice was suddenly interrupted by a voice coming from inside Cierra’s stomach.
The long voice seemed to protest against the dispute between the two, resounding in the empty
villa.
He was stunned.
Cierra Boyle was also stunned.
Then, her ears began to heat up, not to mention her flushed cheeks.
In just a few seconds, she felt as if a century had passed. It was so long that she wanted to die.
She closed her eyes in despair.
Upstairs, Draven Trevino was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and couldn’t help
chuckling.
Then he remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything since she came back yesterday afternoon.
“Wake up from hunger?”
There was still a smile on his face, and his anger had completely dissipated. He leaned lazily against
the railing.
Cierra Boyle didn’t want to talk to him at all.
She just wanted to know why she was always embarrassed in front of him.
Last time, she was on her period. This time…
It was too embarrassing!
Cierra Boyle was trembling with anger.
She didn’t even want to go to the kitchen to look for food. She looked at him with resentment and asked, “Where’s my phone?”
She didn’t want to stay here any longer!
“There are some dumplings and frozen steaks in the refrigerator. There should be noodles in the kitchen. What do you want to eat?”
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