Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Peeled Shrimps for Her

Both of them at the table were stunned.

However, the man who came over with the food looked indifferent. After putting down the small bowl, he did not say anything. He took out a tissue and was about to leave,

Sue was the first to react. She raised her hand and slapped Draven on the butt. “What are you doing?

now?” Can’t you see that Cierra has already put down her fork? Why are you bringing them up

The crisp sound stunned Draven. His entire body tensed up, and his action of wiping his fingers stopped in midair. He subconsciously looked at Cierra.

Cierra probably didn’t expect that Ms. Trevino, who usually paid attention to her image, would do this, so she couldn’t help smiling.

Draven pursed his lips and looked away awkwardly.

He glanced at the food on the table again and frowned slightly. “Have you finished eating?”

The food on the table hadn’t been touched at all. It was almost the same as when he was driven away, which meant that they hadn’t eaten anything at all.

Sue snorted softly. “It’s all because you’re here that Cierra and I have no appetite.”

Draven was speechless.

He did not refute, which made Sue like him a lot more. When she spoke again, she finally put in a good word for him.

“Thank you for peeling so many shrimps. It’s a waste if we don’t eat them. Cierra, why don’t you make do with them? It’s not much. Let’s go to the tea table to chat and eat them as snacks.”

Sue turned her head to look at Cierra, her eyes burning with passion. “You ate too little tonight. The food I cooked doesn’t suit your taste. This shrimps were cooked by Anna. You should eat more.”

Hearing those words, Cierra actually found it difficult to refuse.

Cierra still refused. “Mrs. Trevino, the food you cooked is very delicious. I’m not very hungry, sol didn’t eat much. This shrimp…

“You can just treat them as snacks!”

Sue got up from the chair and stuffed the small bowl into Cierra’s palm. Without giving Cierra a

chance to speak, Sue turned to the kitchen and shouted, “Anna, clean up the dining table. We’re all done eating!”

Anna replied, “Yes, I will clean it right away!”

It wasn’t appropriate for Cierra to sit at the dining table anymore. She put down the fork first. Mrs. Trevino had already stood up, so it would be rude for her to sit there any longer.

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Sue pushed her. “Cierra, go sit on the sofa for a while. I’ll cut some fruit.”

Sue didn’t even spare a glance at Draven.

Even Cierra felt that Mrs. Trevino had gone too far.

“Let’s go together?”

Cierra took the initiative to speak to Draven.

It wasn’t that she pitied him. She only felt that she couldn’t ruin the mother and son relationship

because of her.

As for the fact that Draven had gone to the hospital to visit Aleah, Cierra was a little conflicted. But on second thought, she felt that it was reasonable for him to visit the person he liked.

In Cierra’s opinion, even if Draven had protected her last night, it was only because he did not approve of some of his sweetheart’s actions. It did not mean that in his heart, Aleah was just a

passer-by.

How could love be so easily destroyed? For example, she was still emotional because of Draven. She couldn’t let go of it completely, and her reason had been struggling with her emotions.

She had only spoken to Draven because she wanted to reconcile with herself,

It was so tiring to keep thinking about these things.

After saying that, Cierra felt relieved and there was a smile on her face. She even had an appetite for the peeled shrimps in the bowl.

However, Draven was still rooted to the spot, as if he still couldn’t believe that Cierra had taken the

initiative to talk to him.

It was Sue who nudged him. “What are you waiting for?”

She winked at Draven and cursed in a low voice.

Draven came back to his senses and glanced sideways at the woman who had already sat down on the sofa. He pursed his lips and walked over.

The bowls and fork on the coffee table had been cleaned up by Anna, and the pile of shrimp shells had been cleaned into the trash can, leaving only some snacks that Cierra had brought.

When Draven followed her over, he saw Cierra sitting on the stool and eating shrimps with gloves

on.

He stopped in his tracks, suddenly recalling that when they were very young, they were about the same as they were now.

Cierra didn’t seem to have changed much…

“Why are you standing there? Why don’t you sit down?”

After eating a few mouthfuls, Cierra didn’t see anyone. She turned around and saw Draven standing

behind the sofa.

Draven withdrew his gaze and sat down on the sofa next to Cierra.

There was a difference in height between the sofa and the stool. In addition, Draven was tall, and he was sitting next to Cierra. He looked down, only to see her head and her fair neck.

He suddenly remembered Cierra’s scarred back after she had taken off her dress last night.

Suddenly, his throat tightened.

“Cierra, you…”

His hoa rse voice spilled out, but he suddenly lost his voice.

Did he want to ask her how she got injured? Cierra had already told him the answer last night.

Or he wanted to ask her why she didn’t tell him at that time. But what else could it be? She naturally didn’t dare since she was living under someone else’s roof.

Draven didn’t know what to say.

It seemed that all words were particularly powerless facing the scars on her back.

“Me? What’s wrong with me?”

Cierra bit down on the food and turned around, her pitch-black eyes looking innocent.

“Nothing. You can eat it.”

Draven’s thoughts were complicated. He looked away, not daring to look at her.

Cierra was confused.

She was not very curious about Draven now, so she didn’t bother to talk to him. She simply turned

around and continued to eat.

However, when she looked a little closer, she saw that the gauze on Draven’s right hand was stained

with blood.

It was obviously much more obvious than when he was sitting at the dining table. It was very likely that it had been hurt when peeling off the shrimps. However, Draven didn’t seem to feel the pain and casually put his right hand on his side, not bothering to care about it.

Cierra couldn’t help reminding him, “Draven, your hand…”

Hearing this, Draven looked down and found that his palm was bleeding again.

His expression changed. He looked up at Cierra and said, “Don’t worry. I was wearing gloves when peeling off the shrimps. I didn’t get the blood on your food.”

Cierra was stunned for a moment. She didn’t expect Draven’s first reaction to be this.

Helplessly, she explained, “I don’t mean that. I mean, your wound has split open again. You should bandage it first.”

After two seconds of silence, Draven got up to look for the first-aid kit.

The old house was a little far from the city center, and there were gauzes and drugs prepared at home. However, Draven did not live here, so he was not very familiar with the place. It took him a

while to find it.

By the time he returned to the sofa, Cierra had already finished the shrimps.

She didn’t intend to help Draven. She just sat aside and watched him take out the clean gauze and medicine. Then he removed the blood-stained gauze and fetched the medicine with his left hand.

That movement looked very unharmonious, but he insisted on completing it and treating the extravasated blood little by little. Occasionally, when he used the wrong strength, the cotton swab would directly pierce into his wound.

Cierra couldn’t stand it anymore and frowned.