Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 Draven Was Kicked off the Bed 

Draven was kicked to the ground. 

Fortunately, the bedding he had placed on the ground last night was still there, so he didn’t fall to the ground. 

But even so, he was scared. Especially that he didn’t sleep well made his face gloomy. 

Cierra didn’t know what was going on and immediately complained, “Draven, you’re actually such 

a person! Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you weren’t used to it? What did you climb up to the bed in the middle of the night?” 

The man looked up at her and sneered. 

“I climbed up? Cierra, you forgot everything again? 

Draven was still burning with anger and didn’t want to talk too much with her. He went straight into 

the bathroom. 

Cierra’s brain also began to spin rapidly. 

She didn’t drink last night, so naturally, she didn’t forget. Even though some of her memories were blurred like a dream, the scene of her pleading to sleep with him while saying that she was afraid was very clear in her mind. 

Moreover, when she woke up just now, if she remembered correctly, it seemed that she was the one who was hugging Draven tightly. 

Cierra smacked her head, feeling discouraged and helpless. 

She thought. “Oh my god, what did I do? 

“He might as well let me die! 

“It was just thunder. I have never been like this before. Why did it happen last night?” 

The more Cierra thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She pulled the blanket over her 

head and rolled around on the bed. 

After entering the bathroom, Draven splashed some water on his face and then slowly came to his 

senses. 

Thinking about what he had done just now, he felt that he had gone a little too far. He shouldn’t have lost his temper at her. Cierra had suffered something she shouldn’t, and it lead to her series of actions last night. 

Thinking of this, Draven came out of the bathroom and was about to apologize to Cierra when he saw such a scene. 

He was stunned at first, and then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. 

It seemed that this stupid girl remembered it. 

Without further ado, Draven went back into the bathroom. 

After washing up, Draven came out of the room and found that the room had been cleaned up. The quilt on the bed had been folded neatly, including the bedding on the ground placed at the end of the 

bed. 

When Cierra saw him come out, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her bright face. “You… you’re done?” 

Draven raised his eyebrows and looked at her meaningfully. 

Cierra’s ears were burning, and her fingers were tightly gripping the corner of her clothes. 

She was still wearing the large white shirt. Perhaps she had been tidying up the room just now and hadn’t had time to change her clothes. 

“If you’re done, I’ll go in.” 

After a while, Cierra raised her hand and pointed to the bathroom. 

Draven nodded and made way for her. 

The woman walked past him and was suddenly stopped by him. 

“Cierra, so you remember what happened last night?” Draven asked. 

Cierra stopped in her tracks and loosened her fingers that were hanging by her side. 

After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, “No! I lost my memory. I don’t remember!” 

Judging from her tone, Draven was now completely sure. 

“Okay, you don’t remember.” 

He nodded seriously, and then couldn’t help bursting into hearty laughter, which was pleasant to 

the ear. 

But in Cierra’s ears, it became an ear–piercing melody. 

She leaned to one side and glared at him. “What are you laughing at?” 

“Okay, okay, okay, I won’t laugh.” Draven tried to hide the smile on his face, but he couldn’t control 

it at all. 

Cierra’s face turned red. “You’re still laughing!” 

Draven coughed and said, “I’m just thinking about something happy.” 

Cierra was speechless. 

She glared at Draven with red eyes. 

Seeing that he was about to anger Cierra, Draven quickly turned around and said, “I’m going to change my clothes. Hurry up and wash up.” 

Cierra looked at his back, bit her lip, and then stormed into the bathroom. 

When she came out of the bathroom, Draven had already changed his clothes. 

His black suit jacket was thrown on the bed, and he was wearing a white shirt and suit pants. The most basic style made him look noble. 

He was picking out a tie and looking down at the various styles in the drawer. He was casually rolling up his sleeves, revealing half of his strong forearm. 

Seeing that he was about to roll up the other sleeve with his right hand, Cierra couldn’t help but frown. “Didn’t I tell you not to use that hand? Do you have to cripple your right hand?” 

She stopped Draven, glanced around the drawer, and chose a dark blue tie. 

“This one.” 

She looked at the suit. It was the most basic style. Except for the expensive fabric, there was no other complicated design, and there was no need to match with any complicated patterns. A tie with pure color would be perfect. 

Draven rubbed his tie and felt that the fabric was not bad, so he accepted it with peace of mind. 

Then, he handed the tie to Cierra. 

Draven frowned and looked up at him. “What are you doing?” 

Draven said calmly with a smile, “You said it. It’s inconvenient to move my right hand. Sorry to 

trouble you, Mrs. Trevino.” 

Cierra felt her ears burn again. “Can you not joke around like this?” 

Cierra couldn’t help but retort and took the tie. 

Her gaze did not miss his palm. There were more bloodstains on the white gauze wrapped around the wound, but the color was already dark. Maybe she had accidentally touched his wound last night. 

In that case, it didn’t matter if she helped him. 

“Keep your head down,” Cierra said as she looked away. 

Draven bent down slightly to let her put it on for him. 

They were very close to each other. From time to time, Draven’s nose was enveloped by the faint fragrance of last night. 

He lowered his eyes and saw her petite figure. She was wearing his clothes…. 

He didn’t dare to look straight at her. When he looked away, he saw her bright face, delicate skin, slightly pursed red lips, and a pair of dark eyes. At this moment, Cierra was working seriously. 

“It’s done.” 

It had been a long time since Cierra had put on a tie. In the past, she had only done it last year when she was designing clothes. This year, her main work was on jewelry. 

Looking at the good result, Cierra was quite satisfied.