Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 427 The Wound Is Inflammation

“I’m praising you for being noble. So what?”

Cierra glanced at the pale-faced Patrick and was not afraid at all.

When she was kidnapped, she dared to scold him and even dragged him into the water. How could she be afraid of the lunatic who was so sick that he couldn’t stand straight at the moment?

Patrick’s blood surged, and he seemed to be struggling to get up.

But as soon as he sat up straight, he fell down again as if he had lost his bones, and his face became paler because of the pain.

It didn’t look like he had a fever at all, but more like…

At this moment, Cierra also noticed that something was wrong. Especially after Patrick moved a little, she smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

She approached him with a serious expression and raised her hand to look at where he was sitting.

But before her fingers could touch him, she was slapped away. “… Stay away from me.”

Patrick’s tone was weak and stubborn.

Cierra had a look of disgust on her face as she looked at him with a complicated expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re smelly and dirty. Do you think I want to touch you?”

Patrick’s brows were knit together tightly while his eyes revealed a ferocious glow, and he was extremely like an infant beast that was on the verge of danger and was already tainted with blood yet still maintained its battle.

Cierra only glanced at him. Looking at his defensive look, she suddenly thought of something.

She pretended to be surprised and said exaggeratedly, “Do you think I’m going to do something to you? Wow, really? Don’t you know what you look like now? Besides, even if it’s the right time and place, you…”

Her words were half probing and half mocking.

“Me what?”

However, Patrick took her words seriously and sat up angrily.

However, the pain on his body pulled him back. He could only glare at Cierra angrily.

Cierra clicked her tongue and said, “Don’t you know? Do you think you’re clean? If I

remember correctly, Aleah was diagnosed with that disease in the hospital. Who knew that you…”

“Stop!”

hit the nail on the head,

mouth at the right time and

cold and white moonlight, she could vaguely see the winding brown marks. It seemed that some parts of it had dried up and were stuck to the soil like an incomplete oil

clothes were brown, and he hadn’t moved much during the day. Perhaps he had, but she was fetching water outside at that time, so she naturally

Patrick’s pale

he

you injured? What happened? Is it

eyes without saying a

she couldn’t

not on her

saying goes, when others are sad, I’m happy. This was

because she missed home, but when she saw Patrick’s

good mood and felt

stand the pain, you

soon as she finished speaking, she pulled off the dirty coat and casually covered

eyes and saw Cierra sleeping peacefully, he was even

This woman…

eyes and relaxed for a while before lifting his clothes

went ashore, he hit a rock. Under the impact. of the current and

wasn’t until he

in this cave, not directly going down the

wound was badly mutilated. The smell of blood also

on his forehead. Every movement made him feel as if all the nerves

this wound was not treated, the consequences would be

was not optimistic at all. The only living

was sleeping opposite him. He pursed his lips

‘Miss Barton.”

rare for him to call her in an emotionless

Get Bogot✰

asleep at this moment. She could not sleep in seconds, let alone in

sound but

pain in his abdomen, he

Cierra still didn’t move.