Chapter 135
Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 135 What Does Mrs. Trevino Want Me to Do?
When Cierra turned around, she saw the angular profile of Coby.
She nodded, and her eyes were full of worry. She subconsciously looked in the direction of William.
âDo you know?â
Coby followed Cierraâs gaze, and a faint smile appeared on his clear face.
âIn fact, this matter has something to do with you.
He explained everything about the Barton family in detail to Cierra.
Not only did it involve a discussion of the past, but it also would be occasionally about things between her other brothers. There was even the matter of Fanny bringing Colton into the Barton family. So, when it was almost over, it was already late at night, and Cierra was extremely sleepy. After washing up, she fell asleep.
When she woke up the next day, she was still in a daze. She sat in the room for a while before she calmed down As usual, she made breakfast herself. Unlike usual, she added another western-style breakfast this time.
She toasted toast and put some cut fruit and yogurt together, then fried eggs and a glass of milk aside. The bourgeois exquisiteness was a little out of tune with the soybean milk and steamed dumplings next to it.
When William walked downstairs, Cierra had just arranged all the breakfast. When he saw everything on the table, he raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised.
âHey, Cici, whatâs wrong with you today? Youâve changed your taste.â
Without hesitation, he began to eat.
As soon as Cierra came out of the kitchen, she saw Williamâs tie hanging on the back of the chair next to him, and he was already holding a knife and fork, starting to eat the bread that was not perfectly roasted.
She smiled and sat down in front of her crystal shrimp dumpling. âWilliam, youâve gone too far. You didnât even ask who it was for. You only ate half of it.â
William squinted at her and asked, âWho else is here besides me?â
âCoby went for a run and will be back soon. Heâs going back to the production team today. What if I prepared it for him?â Cierra said deliberately.
William snorted. âThere are so many dishes on the table for him to eat. Even if it was prepared for him, canât I eat it? I havenât said anything about him living here.â
His tone made Cierra laugh.
Glancing at the food that was almost finished in the bowl, she said, âThereâs toast in the toaster in the kitchen. If you donât have enough, you can get some more. I donât often make western-style breakfast, so I may not be able to control the amount well.â
She didnât say anything else. It was as if nothing had happened between them last night.
Hearing this, William stopped picking up the milk and narrowed his eyes as he glanced at her.
âCici, did you get into trouble again? Tell me the truth. Thereâs no way to save you if you drag this out for too long.â
âWhat trouble can I get into?â
She said, âIâm with you every day.â
âWho knows? You have caused so much trouble.â
William clicked his tongue as he spoke. He looked so wretched that Cierra wanted to splash milk on his face.
She took a bite of the shrimp dumpling, and her temper was quickly suppressed.
When she looked up again, she was still smiling. âCanât you think of me better? For example, I canât bear to part with you. When I think that I will be separated from you next week, I will be much better to you.â
âDonât do this.
almost threw up last nightâs dinner.â
William finished his last mouthful of food expressionlessly, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and got up.
As he tied his tie, he said slowly, âIf you are sincere, you should make more of my favorite food in the next week. Donât make fun of me. I need to go to work.â
As for returning to Los Angeles with her, he was unwilling to say anything.
Cierra was a bit discouraged, but she also knew that the cold wouldnât last for just a day.
William had never been home since he had the ability to make money. How could he be willing to go home just because of a few words from her?
Although she was disappointed, she was still worried. âWilliam, have you had enough? Thereâs still a lot of toast in the kitchen.â
William waved his hand and left without responding.
As a result, Cierra was left alone at the dining table.
She lowered her eyes, and the emotions on her face seemed to have disappeared along with William. She poked at the food in her bowl with some grievance and slowly took a bite.
The brief silence was quickly broken.
After breakfast, Cierra turned on her phone and other electronic devices. She planned to resolve the public opinion on the Internet in the morning so that she could go to work before LâOpera Restaurant opened at noon.
Unexpectedly, a lot of messages popped up as soon as the phone was turned on, as well as many missed calls and text messages, as if she had her privacy leaks.
There were too many WhatsApp and text messages, so Cierra didnât deal with them for the time being. She wanted to deal with the missed calls first, but before she could click on them, she received another call.
It was Mrs. Trevino calling.
Cierraâs eyes darkened. After thinking for a moment, she answered, âMrs. Trevino.â
âCierra, did you really divorce Draven?â
Sue Skinner didnât waste any time exchanging pleasantries. She cut straight to the chase in an anxious tone.
Cierra guessed that Sue was going to say this, so she wasnât surprised. She said softly, âYes, Mrs. Trevino. The divorce procedures have been completed.â
âFoolish!â
Even through the screen, Cierra could feel Sueâs anger.
On the other hand, Cierra was indifferent. âMrs. Trevino, we didnât think of hiding the divorce from you. You knew about it a long time ago.
âItâs just that the procedures have been delayed for some reason, and it was officially settled two days ago. This marriage is a matter for the rest of our lives. If itâs not appropriate, we should stop it in time. I am not a fool.â
âBut Cierra, even if youâre divorced, you donât have to make such a scene. Do you know how much the companyâs market value has evaporated last night?â Sue suddenly complained.
Cierra remained silent.
She didnât hang up the phone. She just recalled Sueâs tone just now and all the kindness before. Suddenly, she felt a little complicated.
She was not sad, nor did she feel that it was realistic.
She just felt that it should be like this, but it shouldnât be like this.
She couldnât describe the feeling, but it was not a good experience after all.
Sue seemed to have reacted quickly, and her voice softened.
Divorced but Delighted ï¤Chapter 134 Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy ï¤Chapter 1138 When His Eyes Opened novel by Simple Silence ï¤Chapter 3189 âCierra, I donât mean to blame you. Itâs true that that brat let you down first, so you post a post to respond. I apologize to you first.
âCierra, think about it from another angle. He runs such a big company. Sometimes, he canât take everyoneâs interests into consideration. This time, he posted it mainly to protect the company, not because of Aleah. Donât take it to heart, okay?â
Her coaxing and persuading words made sense.
If she were the president of the Trevino Group, she would indeed do the same. She would choose the best way to maintain the companyâs image first and prove that he was not a love rat.
But the problem was that she was not the head of the Trevino Group. Why should she think in another way?
She had been scolded more than a little.
Cierraâs lips curled into a cold smile.
âSo, what do you want me to do?â