Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 90

Chapter 90 A Little...

Cierra was stunned at the door, and the smile on her face froze.

When she realized that Harold Bernard-Barton did not intend to see her, she suddenly felt a little

helpless.

She hesitated in front of the door and didn't know what to say. She just left and waited for him to

calm down.

After hesitating for a while, she looked at the closed door, restrained her aggrieved and delicate voice, and turned it into sincerity,

"Harold Bernard-Barton, I'm sorry. I know you're angry with me. I made you worry last night. The main thing is, I didn't know that I couldn't drink so much... I didn't mean to not tell you that I was safe. I just woke up this morning. When I woke up, I sent you a message to explain. Can you not be angry?"

Harold Bernard-Barton still did not reply to her.

Cierra pursed his lips and stood at the door for a while before finally turning around.

She didn't go back to her room and shut herself off like Harold Bernard-Barton.

She went downstairs, sat on the sofa, and began to reflect with a pillow in her arms.

She hasn't had this sense of frustration for a long time.

Ever since she returned to the Barton family, her brothers had treated her very well. She had never experienced the relationship before.

It was also because of their unreserved love that she could act like a spoiled child in front of them

unscrupulously.

It seemed that no matter what she did, they could satisfy her. No matter what she did wrong, they

could forgive her.

It was only at that moment that Cierra came to a realization.

She couldn't do whatever she wanted just because they doted on her.

On the second floor of the villa, Coby Barton and William Barton stood side by side by the railing and watched their little princess sitting on the sofa with a sad face. Looking at her for a while, there was a hint of reluctance in Coby Barton's eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to Harold? He ignored Cierra. I don't know if you will think too much about it. After all, she has just been taken home..."

"What do you mean by just bringing her home? It's been two years."

William Barton interrupted her, and he glanced down the stairs.

"Don't spoil her all the time. If you don't teach her a lesson, I'm afraid she won't dare to go home for the next ten days or half a month. If she goes out for a drink without telling anyone, she will be neglected by Harold Bernard-Barton."

"You cooperated to ask me to be a bad guy, and you all pretend to be all good brothers. Then you will continue to spoil her after coaxing her, right?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

Hearing this, Coby Barton and William Barton turned around and found that Harold Bernard-Barton was standing behind him.

However, the latter did not say anything. He just glanced downstairs with his cold eyes and pursed his lips slightly.

It seemed that Coby Barton knew that William Barton had not been getting along with Cierra Boyle for a long time and couldn't bear to see his youngest sister unhappy, so he decided to be a mediator. "Harold, go and talk to Cierra. She knows she was wrong. She apologized to us when she woke up early in the morning. There's no need to ignore her all the time."

"Besides, she's not a child. It's not good for her to be so restrained."

That was true. If she were an ordinary young lady who had grown up, it would not be a big deal for her to go out and drink with her friends.

But it was different for Cierra. Back then, if not for the fact that William Barton had decided that she looked familiar and that they had known each other for a few more days, he might not have discovered her disappearance at all. He might not have been able to recognize her as a member of the Barton family if she had not been frozen for a night in the snow.

At present, although it was not so dangerous in the country, no one could guarantee absolute safety.

What's more, it was the infamous second son of the West family who was drinking with her, and it was Draven who took her away!

Therefore, William Barton didn't agree with Coby Barton.

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Harold Bernard-Barton didn't agree.

He looked away and said slowly, "I found something. Come with me."

After that, he turned around.

Coby Barton frowned. "Then, Cierra..."

"Don't worry about her. The two children are arguing. They'll be fine in a while."

William Barton put his arms around Coby Barton's shoulders and followed Harold Bernard-Barton.

Harold Bernard-Barton felt a little unexpected. "Come on, William, I'm not a child."

"No, you're not." William Barton coaxed him.

Harold Bernard-Barton could feel his perfunctoriness without looking back.

However, he did not refute it.

Before Cierra came back, he and Floyd Bernard-Barton were the youngest. Cierra and Cierra Boyle's age was related to 10 years, and 8 years related to Harold Bernard-Barton. In their eyes, he was probably just a child.

But now was not the time to argue about this.

He took them into the room and opened the computer documents. Part of the surveillance video of Ninth Club began to play on the screen.

"The second young master of the West family has been investigating Cierra recently. He probably can't replace anything abroad, but he got some information at home. I hacked into his computer this morning and found this video."

This surveillance video was the one that Ryan showed to Draven in the office this morning.

Half of the man's face was almost the same as that of Draven, but the other half was hidden in the light and shadow, so the whole picture could not be seen.

However, no matter who it was, the first thing that came to their mind was that it was him. Including Coby and William Barton.

Harold Bernard-Barton shook his head and denied their speculation. "It's not him. It was Draven who took Cierra away from the surveillance camera. They were wearing different suits, so Draven didn't have much time to change his clothes. But there's a high chance that there's something wrong with this man."

William Barton stared at the other half of his face. She felt that she had seen him somewhere before, but her mind was always overlapping with Draven's face, so she couldn't think about it carefully.

He said in a rare serious tone, "I don't care if she's here for Draven or something else. Keep an eye on Cierra before returning to Los Angeles."

Coby nodded. "I'll take good care of her tonight."

"Cierra's."

It was relatively safe in the villa, and L'Opera Restaurant had also arranged for people to stay in the South Pavilion. However, the bodyguards could not enter the banquet, so the chances of an accident were higher.

Even without this person, it would be quite dangerous to go to the Boyle family.

"I'll go with you tonight."

After a moment of silence, William Barton still spoke.

Coby was surprised and suddenly thought of something. A smile appeared on his cold face. "Aren't you not going?"

The tense atmosphere eased up a little.

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William Barton sighed faintly. "It's all because of this little girl. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered to go. If anything happens to her in the Boyle family, my parents will skin me alive when I get back, and Jaquan Barton won't spare me."

Harold Bernard-Barton watched them bickering and left silently with his glass of water.

Downstairs, Cierra was no longer sitting on the sofa.

When he didn't see her, Harold Bernard-Barton frowned slightly and quickened his pace downstairs. At the same time, he looked down to see if he had received any new messages. "Hello, Harold?"

A warm voice came from the kitchen, with a hint of surprise.

"Are you downstairs? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first? What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll cook for you."

Her eyes were bright, her hands were covered with white flour, and her face was stained too.

Probably because she heard the sound of the stairs, she ran out of the kitchen without cleaning up.

When he saw her, Harold Bernard-Barton heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to talk to her at first, but when he saw her like this, he didn't feel angry at all, so he didn't want to be stiff anymore.

"Yes, go downstairs and get me a glass of water please."

He raised the cup in his hand and went straight to the dining table.

Cierra came over and said, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'm going to make some dumplings now. When it's time, I'll cook. Tell me what you want to eat. I'll prepare it later." Harold Bernard-Barton was silent. He rubbed his fingers against the transparent glass and ignored

her.

The light in Cierra's eyes dimmed a little.

She asked tentatively, "Are you still angry with me?"

"A little." Harold Bernard-Barton replied.