Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 259

Chapter 259 Of course

"That's right. A family should be friendly."

Belle, who was sitting on the right-hand side of Dr. Charles, also said, raising her glass and smiling apologetically.

"Just now,

I didn't know the rules and made a noise at the dining table. I will drink a little more as an apology. I hope you don't take it to heart. Let's eat and drink."

As soon as Belle finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table was dampened. Fortunately, Belle didn't say anything too arrogant this time, and no one refuted her. The two old men in the main seats broke the deadlock first.

"That's right. It's better to be friendly."

"Yes, let's have a good meal. Let's not talk about anything else. Come and have a taste of Cierra's cooking. I didn't have enough last night."

Because of the delicious food, the depressing atmosphere at the table finally dissipated

a lot.

Even if some people were still furious in their hearts, they didn't dare to vent it arrogantly. They could only bite the delicious food in their mouths while cursing in their hearts. After several rounds of drinking, Cierra quietly left the table.

Of course, it was not that no one noticed her, especially Sarah and the nephew sitting

next to Cierra.

"There's something else in the kitchen. I'll go and have a look."

Cierra explained with a smile.

Of course, these words were false. The dishes had been served long ago, and even the

had been served. What else could there be in the kitchen?

soup

Only the cake Cierra baked was in the kitchen, but it was not the time to eat it now.

There was already enough food on the dining table. Considering that Coby and the others might come over, Cierra prepared more.

Now that Joshua and Coby were not here, the food was naturally enough.

Cierra sneaked out to see Ryan.

Even though it wasn't the Barton family that invited them over, they were guests no matter what. Even if they were unwelcomed guests, it was better not to go too far.

Her parents and brothers ignored the two distinguished guests from New York. However, it was not good for Cierra to ignore them.

No matter what, Ryan was good to Cierra.

After leaving the dining room, Cierra went straight to the room that she had pointed out to Ryan earlier.

The afternoon sun shone through the various trees in the garden and fell on the eaves and corridors. It was not stuffy and hot, but it made people feel gentler.

The door of the room was open, and it was decorated in an ancient traditional style. There was a small bamboo couch there, and Ryan was lying there playing with his mobile phone.

Further in, there was a screen. Cierra could vaguely see the person lying on the bed.

Cierra knocked on the door and said in a cold voice, "Mr. West."

Ryan raised his eyes and smiled. He put away his phone and walked casually toward

Cierra.

He stopped at the door, leaned against the door frame, and said casually, "Should I call you Ms. Barton or Ms. Boyle now?"

Cierra rolled her eyes at him. "Mr. West, why are you still thinking about this? Didn't

you always call me Cierra? Just call me like before. I'm afraid I won't be used to it if you

change the way you call me."

Cierra took a step back and made a gesture of invitation.

"I'll take you to eat something. I didn't treat you well. Please don't mind."

"I wouldn't dare. I'm grateful that your brothers didn't beat me up." Ryan pretended to be exaggerating and followed Cierra with his long legs.

Cierra chuckled and glanced back at him. "It's not impossible for you to be beaten up."

Ryan immediately raised his hands. "No. I'm just saying it casually."

Cierra snorted and walked at a steady pace. "How is he?"

Cierra's tone was casual, as if she was not asking about her ex-husband who had made enemies with her, but just an old friend who had not been seen for many years. Ryan looked up with a complicated expression on his face.

As if Cierra could read his mind, she added, "I was just asking. I was just worried that he would die at my house. I wasn't concerned about him."

Ryan clicked his tongue. "Cierra, you're so cruel!"

Cierra squinted at him and said slowly, "Is that so? Why do I feel that William didn't hit him hard enough? If it weren't for the fact that I was afraid that something would happen to him at my house, I would have stepped on him."

Ryan glanced at her face. What Cierra said seemed to be true.

But when Ryan thought about the situation at that time, he remembered that Cierra had indeed kicked Draven, so he swallowed all the teasing words in his mouth.

Ryan said in a much more serious tone, "Draven didn't fight back when he was beaten. by Mr. Barton, but he endured it himself. I just checked his condition in the room. It's not serious, but his injury is not light. I guess he should go to the hospital after he wakes

up."

As he spoke, Ryan observed Cierra's expression.

Seeing that there was no change in her expression, Ryan emphasized the last few words.

"Don't worry. I'll take him away when he wakes up. I won't let him be an eyesore in front of you again."

If it were anyone else, perhaps Cierra would feel guilty and even take the initiative to send him to the hospital.

However, it was a pity that the person who was beaten up was none other than Draven.

She couldn't wait for his injuries to worsen.

Therefore, there was still a faint smile on Cierra's bright face, and there was no other expression on her face. She even agreed with Ryan's words.

"By the way, tell him not to show up in front of me in the future. Otherwise, I don't know which brother of mine will beat him up next time. It is not a big deal if they beat him up once or twice, but if they do it too many times, I can't guarantee it. If he blackmails me, I will suffer a loss."

Ryan stopped talking and didn't dare to pretend to be miserable in front of Cierra.

Ryan opened his mouth and silently swallowed the words mixed with scheming, turning them into something else.

"Okay! I'll tell him when he wakes up, but I can't guarantee that he won't be an eyesore

in front of you. After all, his legs are on him..."

"I'm very curious.

Before Ryan could finish his sentence, Cierra interrupted him.

She did not continue to walk to the kitchen. She stopped at the kitchen door and looked

at Ryan quietly.

"He was the one who proposed the divorce. After I left New York, he was also preparing for the wedding with Aleah. When the wedding was ruined, he tried his best to replace me. Is it interesting?"

"Mr. West, I really admire you. Although you change girlfriends fast, at least you handle every relationship well. When you are with your current girlfriend, you won't miss your ex-girlfriend, nor will you go back after breaking up with her.

"You're Draven's good friend. Didn't you teach him this before?"

What's more, what Cierra said was basic common sense. There was no need for anyone to teach Draven at all.

She really couldn't figure out what was on Draven's mind.

Ryan was speechless.

He did have taught Draven.

Ryan didn't know how many times he had told Draven how to deal with his feelings, but Draven was crazy and didn't stop it.

Draven was so stubborn that no one could see through him.

Who could teach a stubborn guy?

Of course, these words couldn't be explained clearly to Cierra.

Ryan sighed and pretended to be serious. "We have to figure it out by ourselves. What's the use of teaching him? Cierra, don't you think so?" Cierra smiled, "Of course."