Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 The Scene was Awkward for a While

Cierra Boyle was speechless for a moment.

She stood frozen in place with her flour-covered hands.

It was a long time before she said slowly, “Then, what do I have to do before Harold Bernard-Barton will forgive me?”

Harold Bernard-Barton is still silent, makes Cierra Boyle more seems adorable and innocent.

After a while, the young man holding the glass of water suddenly smiled: “I forgive you now.”‘

Cierra Boyle was surprised.

She was stunned for a few seconds before realized what had happened, with surprised and uncertain, she asked, “Really? You’re not angry anymore?”

As she spoke, she rushed towards Harold Bernard-Barton.

Caught off guard, Harold Bernard-Barton’s shoulders had already been marked with two snowy fingerprints. He can do nothing about her willfully actions, only to allow her to wipe two more

marks on his shoulder.

After Cierra Boyle had calmed down, he spoke up, “Okay, this time you should learn a lesson and make sure not to worry everyone again next time.”

He spoke slowly and seriously, sounding as rigid as an old teacher giving a lecture in class.

There was still some flour on his clothes, and some had even fallen on his hair, but it didn’t seem to

make him look messy at all.

He stood up straight, with handsome features that resembled the pine trees in the mountains. Occasionally, some withered leaves would fall on the branches, but it couldn’t erase the sense of aloofness and coldness that came with the pine.

Cierra Boyle nodded obediently, “I got it. There won’t be a next time.”

Harold Bernard-Barton made a sound of agreement: “I’ll go upstairs, you can continue with your work. You don’t have to make too many dishes for lunch, just as usual will do.”

His tone was devoid of any fluctuations, as if he were an emotionless robot.

Cierra Boyle wrinkled his nose in response, but didn’t say anything.

Harold Bernard-Barton didn’t look at her again. The reason He went downstairs is to get water, but he haven’t touched the water dispenser yet.

Just as he was about to pour water, a sudden warmth covered his face, followed by the sensation of

flour being rubbed against his skin by her fingers. Cierra Boyle had used the remaining flour on her hands and smeared it over his face.

“Cierra…”

Harold Bernard-Barton had a helpless expression on his face, with a flower-covered face.

Now, he really had no elegance left to speak of.

At this moment, Coby Barton and William Barton had just come downstairs.

Upon seeing the situation, Coby Barton was momentarily stunned, but then smiled slightly.

William Barton, on the other hand, burst into laughter, clutching his stomach and pointing at Harold Bernard-Barton, nearly choking on his own laughter. “Harold Bernard-Barton, you’re such a dork, look at you now! I’m going to take a picture and send it to Jaquan Barton and F*nny. We can’t be the only ones who get to see the beautiful Harold like this.”

As spoke, he took out his phone and ran towards Harold.

“William, stop it.”

Harold Bernard-Barton couldn’t even be angry with Cierra Boyle, the culprit. All he could do is turn around to avoid the camera, rushing to the bathroom to clean his face.

Unfortunately, it was not only William Barton who blocked his way, even Coby Barton, who was usually cold and aloof, joined in with a smile.

The dining room was filled with laughter and chatter.

Cierra Boyle looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and joined the filming team with a smile

on the face.

The fierce battle ended with a defeat for Harold Bernard-Barton, but the four of others were also

exhausted, lying on the sofa with all their etiquette lessons forgotten.

However, it was rare that both Coby Barton and Harold Bernard-Barton, who had never liked to smile, had smiles on their faces and the flour on the Harold’s face had disappeared during the play fight.

Cierra Boyle glanced at Harold, using her cleaned hands slapped Harold Bernard-Barton’s shoulder hard. The flour rose in the air, blurring her smile.

“That’s right, Harold. Young people should have some energy. Don’t be like Jaquan, always with a poker face. He’s an old man, but we’re not,” Cierra Boyle said.

William Barton felt like he was being teased, he looked at her askew, “What do you mean, Cici Barton? You dislike your brother for being old?”

“I’m just speaking the truth,” said Cierra Boyle, feeling both guilty and defiant.

William Barton took out his phone and said, “I’m gonna send this to Jaquan Barton and tell him that

you

called him an old man.”