Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 450 Get on the Account 

When the fire burst out on the riverbank, a cruise ship was on the river.

As it went slowly, neon lights were reflected on the surface of the water, creating circles of ripples.

On the deck at the bow of the ship, Patrick’s suit rested casually on his shoulder.

He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the sudden explosion in the bungalow not far away, letting the autumn wind blow on his face wantonly. His eyes were full of smiles, and his well-defined fingers tapped rhythmically on the railing, as if he was playing classical piano music.

“Do you think the sparks are beautiful?”

When Patrick heard footsteps behind him, the rhythm of his fingertips became even stronger. He asked with a faint smile, “What’s wrong?”

Standing behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and glasses.

The man was expressionless. He stared at the fire on the riverbank for a while before. slowly saying, “Mr. Patrick, the lady you brought with you has woken up. Do you want to go and have a look?”

“She’s awake?”

Hearing this, Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked behind him in surprise.

He stopped admiring the magnificent fire on the deck and quickly walked into the cabin.

“How is she?”

On the way, he didn’t forget to ask.

The doctor followed behind Patrick. “Her condition is not very optimistic. Although she’s awake, she doesn’t seem to want to communicate with me. In addition, her wound may be infected.”

After all, the environment outside was not as good as that of the hospital. There were bacteria everywhere.

Although Cierra had suffered a lot in her early years, the Barton family treated her like a princess. Even a princess would panic when she slept on a pea, let alone a young lady with broken ribs.

Hearing this, Patrick stopped in his tracks and asked casually, “Can you solve it?”

Judging from his tone, Patrick didn’t care much.

Thinking that he had a fever in Mount Shasta for days without even treating his wound, he was still fine. Patrick felt that nothing would happen to Cierra.

However, the doctor’s expression was very serious. “Mr. Patrick, if you want her to be fine, you’d better find a hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t care what she becomes in the future, then just ignore what I have said.”

Patrick snorted. “Then why are you panicking?”

He entered the inner cabin and pushed open the door to Cierra’s room.

She had been in a coma for a few days and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In addition, she was hot, so her face was pale under the light.

At this moment, Cierra was leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face was hidden in it. She looked very pitiful. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Probably because she heard the noise at the door, her little head on the bed finally moved.

Patrick also stopped by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said casually, “You’re awake?”

Cierra raised her eyes. When she saw the face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak and soft. “Draven…”

Patrick was speechless.

Cierra didn’t notice anything unusual, she stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where am I?”

The laziness on Patrick’s body was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually became serious.

He stared at her pale face for a while, as if he wanted to see something from it.

Unfortunately, besides her illness, only innocence and pity remained. Especially her watery eyes, she was like a young child that had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she was born, and she was pitifully looking for someone to take her in.

Patrick stared at her for a long time, and a line of cold words slipped out of his throat.

“What did you call me?”

Cierra was silent for a moment before biting her lip. Her eyes, which had already been filled with grievance, began to turn red.

She lowered her head and said in a choked voice, “I know you hate me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew up together. Can’t I call you like before just because I lost my parents now?”

Perhaps because she felt too wronged, tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked at her would feel their heart soften.

~”Mr. Trevino…”

The doctor behind Patrick noticed that something was wrong.

Although he didn’t know what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of the name “Aleah”, the big star.

Not long ago, there was even news that Aleah committed suicide and was found out to

have had plastic surgery to make her debut again.

No matter if she was still alive or not, she shouldn’t have appeared here with Mr. Patrick.

In other words, she should not have called him “Draven”.

Therefore, he could roughly judge that there might be something wrong with her memory.

Not to mention him, even Patrick knew about it.

Hearing his voice, Patrick raised his hand to stop him. “You go out first.’

The doctor was stunned. He glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with no expression on his face.

Only Cierra and Patrick were left in the room.

In the quiet environment, the crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a little embarrassed when she heard it.

In addition, her body was weak, and crying consumed a lot of physical strength. After a while, she stopped crying.

She carefully wiped away the tears on her face. She didn’t know if it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to look at the person in front of her. She lowered her head stubbornly and didn’t raise it again.

In the end, it was Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have you cried enough?”

Cierra was speechless.

It would have been fine if he hadn’t said that. But as soon as he spoke, tears kept falling from her eyes.

Patrick laughed grumpily. “I didn’t know that you could cry so much.”

He didn’t know what was going on with Cierra’s memory, but when she got emotional, teasing her like this was quite interesting.

Cierra finally raised her head and glared at him grumpily.

However; the injury on her ribs was too serious. As soon as she straightened her back, the pain made her lie down again, and her watery eyes looked even more innocent.

“Lie down. You’re injured. Don’t move.”

Because of her actions, Patrick frowned. Seeing that there were faint bloodstains on her body, he warned her in a warning tone.

“There aren’t many medicines on this ship for you to use. If you have a fever or the wound gets worse, don’t blame me for not treating you.”

Cierra did not move. Enduring the pain in her head, she finally returned to her first question.

Draven?

This time, Patrick didn’t correct her and didn’t respond.

He silently repeated the name in his heart.

Draven Trevino.

If he were not Patrick, he was Draven…

It seemed to be pretty good.

Thinking of this, he felt a little happy in his heart.

Even his tone became much happier. “Take good care of yourself first. I’ll tell you when you’re better. Is that okay?”

Having lost her memory, Cierra nodded in confusion. “… Oh, okay.”

Patrick covered her with a quilt patiently. “Do you want to eat anything? I’ll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat. Have a good rest.”

Cierra’s eyes fell on his face, but she did not answer his question. Instead, she stared at his eyes with red eyes.

“Draven, why do I feel like you’re a little different?”