Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 I Admit Her

Jason held the pastries in his arms and fell silent.

He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. He looked up at Ryan and saw that he was holding a tablet and his phone. It looked like he was arguing with someone with a keyboard.

After a long silence, Jason felt that as an employee of the Trevino Group, he had to think about the

company.

After all, if the company’s profits dropped, his bonus might not be able to be raised.

Just as he was about to persuade Ryan, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Mr. Trevino came out looking impatient and a little tired. Obviously, he was angry because he didn’t have a good rest and was woken up.

“What’s going on with so much noise?”

Draven frowned and glanced at the two of them. His voice was low and hoa rse.

As he asked, he buttoned up his cufflinks and walked towards the office table. He picked up the cup. of water on the table and took a sip, still looking displeased.

Jason glanced at Ryan and saw that he was completely focused on his phone. After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to repeat what he had said to Ryan to Draven and wanted to ask for a

specific plan.

Without saying a word, Draven picked up his phone.

Without clicking on it, he felt a headache just by looking at the two hot topics.

He threw his phone away and pressed his temples. “Remove all the trending topics. Leave the specific public relations schemes to the public relations department. Focus on the company and Aleah’s interests. Don’t worry about anyone else.”

The implication was that it didn’t matter even if they hired paid Internet trolls to smear Coby and

Cierra.

Jason glanced at Draven in surprise.

Draven raised his eyes and asked impatiently, “Is there any other problem?”

Jason shook his head. “No, I’ll deal with it right away. Don’t worry, Mr. Trevino!”

Just as Draven was about to ask Jason to go out, his eyes fell on the takeaway box in his arms.

“What are you holding in your arms?” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

His tone was full of disdain.

Jason was about to turn around when he heard this. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to tell

the truth.

“It’s some pastries made by Ms. Boyle. Didn’t you ask me to sign a contract with her this morning? She gave me some and asked me to distribute them to my colleagues in the office. I was in a hurry on the Internet just now, so I forgot to put it down.”

Draven looked at him for a while.

Jason couldn’t figure out what Mr. Trevino was thinking, so he stood there and didn’t dare to move.

After a while, Draven lowered his head and said, “You can go now.”

Hearing this, Jason felt a little relieved. He turned around with the things in his arms.

“Jason.”

The man on the sofa stopped him.

Raising his chin, Ryan narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Cici told you to give it to colleagues in the office. Am I not a member of the office?”

“Yes, I forgot about you, Mr. West. I deserve to be beaten.”

Jason quickly put down a box of pastries. When he saw that Ryan was still smiling, he put down one

more box.

It was not enough, so he could only put down two more boxes.

Only then did Ryan feel satisfied. “You can go out and have a taste with your colleagues outside. You

must be tired today.”

Jason replied and fled in a panic.

There were four boxes of pastries on the table. The packaging box of L’Opera Restaurant was designed in an antique style. It didn’t look like takeaway box, but more like a gift specially brought

for someone.

Ryan did not hesitate to open all four boxes.

He also took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Cierra while muttering.

“Cici’s cooking is so ingenious. Look at these pastries. They look like real fruits. I don’t even dare to eat them.”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Not only did he eat it, but he also made a delicious and satisfied sound.

The man at the office table couldn’t stand it anymore.

He raised his eyes and said impatiently, “If you don’t want to stay here, go back to the West family in Chicago. Ryan, don’t do whatever you want just because of your mother’s relationship with the Trevino family.”

His tone was obviously angry.

However, Ryan still bit the pastry and said with a mean smile, “I’m not relying on my mother’s relationship. I’m obviously relying on my friendship with you.”

Draven looked at him coldly.

Ryan did not continue to act like that.

He patted the pastry in his palm and took a step back. “I won’t eat it, okay? If you have anything else, just tell me.”

Draven glanced at the four boxes of pastries on the table and recalled the taste he had tasted in the

old house that night.

It was very familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had eaten it.

This thought only lingered for a few seconds before it was quickly dispelled by Draven.

He looked away and said in a calm tone, “Ryan, I know you’re defending Cierra, but I hope you understand that I’m the one who wants to get married, not you. So it doesn’t mean I have to like

someone you like.”

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered what Cierra had said to Ms. Trevino that morning. His brows

furrowed and a fire burned in his heart.

Ryan didn’t notice his abnormality and made a gesture..

“Okay, I understand that you don’t want to marry Cici. No one is happy to have their marriage arranged. But Draven, what do you mean to marry that girl from the Boyle family? You were blind in the past, and she pretended to be good. Now, you have seen the evidence with your own eyes. Do

you still want to marry her?”

It was rare for Ryan’s tone to be so serious, and it could even be said that he was questioning

Draven.

He couldn’t figure it out.

That night, he was not at the Boyle family home, but as far as he knew, Draven had witnessed the whole process and even helped Cierra. It could be said that Draven had torn off half of Aleah’s mask.

This was also what Ryan couldn’t understand. Why did Draven still want to marry Aleah?

“You had no choice but to marry Cici, but what about Aleah? Isn’t it the same with you?”

There was dead silence in the office.

After a while, Draven said in a low voice, “Since it’s my marriage, I know what I’m doing.”

Ryan smiled and said, “Do you still think that the woman in the Boyle family is men tally ill? Well, even if it’s because of the so-called illness, can she beat and scold people at will? Draven, when did you become so indiscriminate? Just because of a promise a few years ago, are you willing to pay for it with yourself?”

Draven lowered his eyes.

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He held the pen in his hand with a poker face.

However, if approaching him, one would see the bulging veins on the back of his hand.

He put down his pen and looked up at Ryan.

“I’m sick too, and I even took my medicine in front of you an hour ago. I married her not only because of my promise to Aleah a few years ago, but also a promise to myself.”

“As for her behavior, I promise that it won’t happen again. I’ve also given a suitable compensation to Cierra. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Just take it as me being together with another l*natic and pitying each other.”

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes again.

“Draven.”

A hint of pity appeared in Ryan’s eyes.

Draven picked up the pen again and said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t accept her. I’ll try my best to make her avoid meeting you in the future. If you don’t want to accept her, you don’t have to call

her Mrs. Trevino.”

Ryan knew that there was no turning back, but he was still angry.

“What are you going to do with Ms. Trevino? Even I don’t want to accept her. How can Ms. Trevino admit that she is the daughter-in-law of the Trevino family?”

Draven expression remained unchanged as the tip of his pen fell on the paper.

‘My wife, I admit it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

The words “Cierra” were written on the contract.