Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Divorced but Delighted Chapter 253

Chapter 253 Da mn It

In the end, Charle didn’t argue too much with Draven. Although he was still dissatisfied with Draven, he was still

polite.

For example, when hearing Draven’s words, Charle replied.

In contrast, Freddy, who was playing chess with Mr. Charles, did not give Draven any face.

The chess piece fell heavily on the chessboard, and the chess pieces next to it also

trembled three times!

After Freddy made this exaggerated action, his words were also full of momentum. “Mr.

Barton, you’re so good-tempered. If it were me, I wouldn’t even let him.

house!”

go in the

Although Freddy didn’t name anyone, they could tell who Freddy was scolding.

Draven didn’t care. Anyway, he had been scolded by Freddy many times when he was in

New York.

Moreover, Draven knew that he should be scolded, so he didn’t argue.

After receiving the response, Draven turned around and left in a well-behaved manner.

There was no trace of the domineering aura he had when he was in New York.

But his straight back and demeanor still showed that he was noble.

Charle looked at Draven’s back and breathed a sigh of relief. “If it weren’t for these bad.

things, I would have appreciated him. What a pity.”

Unfortunately, the prejudice against Draven had already taken root in his heart. No

matter how outstanding Draven’s performance was, it was destined that the

estrangement between the two families would not disappear completely.

“There is no shortage of excellent young people in this society. You are good at educating your children. Everyone

of them is worth admiring.”

Freddy restrained his temper and began to flatter Charle.

The gloominess in Charle’s heart disappeared, and his elegant face was full of smiles.

“Not at all. My children are also very undisciplined. Cierra’s William hasn’t been home for a few years. He’s already

30 years old, but he’s still acting like a child.”

The people on the chessboard began to talk about the children again and even occasionally mentioned Ryan. Ryan,

who had a glib tongue, actually felt a little

embarrassed and jumped up to find Draven.

The garden was quiet. The noon sun shone through the shade of the trees, and they

didn’t feel hot at all.

The chirps of cicadas and birds, like an impassioned song, added a bit of interest to the

plain garden.

After Cierra turned around and went to the kitchen, Jaquan and William were about to

walk in the direction of the chess game, but when looking up, they saw Draven walking

toward them, so they slowed down.

“Mr. Barton, long time no see.”

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Draven stood in front of them and said in a slow and

polite voice.

In contrast, William with short-sleeved shorts and slippers looked a little slo ppy.

However, he had always been lazy. No matter how formal he was dressed, he still had

such a lazy temperament. It was better to be casual since he was at home now.

Hearing Draven’s voice, William raised his eyelids lazily.

“Are you calling me?”

Like Jaquan, William didn’t extend his hand to Draven. Instead, he looked even more arrogant and mean.

Having been men tally prepared, Draven calmly withdrew his hand and put it into his pocket.

“Mr. Barton, when we were in New York, I didn’t know who you were. Please forgive me for offending you.”

Of course, Draven was referring to the matter that he had beaten William up because he had thought that William

was Cierra’s boyfriend.

William squinted at Draven and sneered. “What if I don’t forgive you?”

William’s lazy tone fell, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He stood up straight

and looked sharply at Draven.

“How are you going to apologize, Mr. Trevino?”

William glanced at Draven and took a step forward in a domineering manner.

Without moving, Draven looked straight at him and said, “Mr. Barton, as long as you can feel better, you can ask

me to do anything. Of course, as long as I can accept it.”

William sneered. “As long as you can accept it?”

William touched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he still felt the pain of being beaten by Draven for the first

time. He looked down at Draven again.

“If I want to punch you ten times or even a hundred times, will you be willing to accept it?”

Draven said politely, “It’s my fault. Mr. Barton, of course you can punch me back.”

Peng!

Before Draven could finish his words, the black shadow punched him in the lower jaw with a gust of wind and

knocked him to the ground!

The noise was not small. Not to mention the nearby Harold and Jaquan, even Ryan, who had not arrived yet,

stopped in his tracks and took a step back silently when seeing the dust rising from the ground.

Ryan thought. “Oh my g od, William looks gentle and elegant, but why is he beating people so hard?

“If I went over, I would have been beaten as well, right?

“If I was implicated, would Cierra coax me?”

Standing under the tree, Ryan’s mind buzzed, and William punched Draven a few more times.

He didn’t slap Draven in the face. Instead, he beat Draven up on the neatly dressed suit. William specially chose the

places that were not easy to find but painful.

Instead of fighting back, Draven held on.

The punches landed on his body, but they slowly dissipated the depression in his heart.

One punch after another, it hurt so much that many things in his memory that were almost forgotten flashed

across his mind.

Ernest Trevino was strict and not as patient as Sue Skinner.

Ernest Trevino locked Draven up in that room and slowly got rid of Draven’s temper. He would whip Draven on the

back again and again until Draven gave in.

At that time, Draven was still young. When he couldn’t hold on any longer, he would

still lower his head.

But in Draven’s heart, he never thought he had done anything wrong.

It was different now. It was the pain Draven had begged for.

He should have lowered his head and endured it.

From the very beginning, he knew that he was wrong.

If he hadn’t suffered this, he would have nowhere to vent the regret in his heart.

Did he hurt?

Draven was willing, and even hoped that the person who had come to punish him would

be Cierra herself.

But he was also afraid that Cierra’s hand would hurt if she beat him for a long time.

It was better to let her brother beat Draven to make up for what had happened in the

past.

When a mouthful of blood flowed out of Draven’s throat, his vision became blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure running toward him in a panic.

In the past, when Ernest Trevino beat Draven up, he would occasionally beat Draven so hard that Draven almost

fainted.

In Draven’s memory, it was not his mother who had taken care of him, nor was it Aleah, who had always been

crying bitterly. It was the panic-stricken Cierra.

However, as he grew older, Ernest Trevino never hit him again. The panicked figure was gradually replaced by

something else in Draven’s mind.

Da mn it!

He almost forgot.

It turned out that Cierra was the one who had been worried about him.

But now, Draven probably didn’t even dare to think about it.

If Cierra could turn back and care about him, it seemed that he would have no regrets if he died of pain like this…