Chapter 118
Chapter 118 How Many Scars Do You Have?
Cierra was silent.
After a long while, when there was no sound outside the room, as if the thunder and lightning were just
pranks, Cierra’s voice sounded again.
“Isn’t she afraid of thunder?”
Her words stirred up many things in the past.
It was on Old Mr. Trevino’s birthday, as well as in this old house.
Old Mr. Trevino didn’t like Aleah, and he didn’t like to celebrate his birthday at such an old age. He only
invited his family to have a meal together in the old house as a celebration.
Cierra was naturally invited.
At that time, Aleah had almost confirmed her rtionship with Draven, but Old Mr. Trevino had never
agreed. He had also announced to the public that the only granddaughter–inw of the Trevino family
was Cierra, so Draven was particrly rebellious.
He came back veryte. He didn’te back until the dishes on the table had been cleaned up. Old
Mr. Trevino didn’t want to see him and went upstairs early.
Cierra secretly saved some food for Draven and heated it up in the kitchen when he arrived.
That night was also a rainy day. At first, it was also a low thunder.
She remembered that when she had heated the food and brought it out, Draven had rushed out in a
hurry after receiving a call. He had evenforted the girl on the phone gently, telling her not to be
afraid.
From beginning to end, he didn’t look back at Cierra.
With a sh of lightning, Draven slowly disappeared from her sight.
Then, there was a loud thunder. Cierra was so scared that she threw away the bowl in her hand. The
hot soup sshed on her leg, and the bowl was broken into pieces.
The noise was drowned out by the rumbling thunder. Anna had already fallen asleep since it waste at
night, so Cierra could only endure the fear and pain to clean up the pieces and hot soup.
The next day after the rain, no one knew what had happened at night, and everything was still the
same.
So far, no one knew that Cierra was actually afraid of thunder.
Her brother didn’t even know that. Cierra would hide in her room on a rainy day and sleep or endure
ít.
She firmly believed that fear could be ovee, even if it was inborn.
She asked Draven to leave because she wanted to stay alone.
It was windy outside. Lightning shed across the sky again and shone in through the curtain, but there
was no thunder.
Cierra said in a low voice, “Draven, you
“I’m going to sleep. Be quiet.”
The man interrupted her mercilessly, just like how he had turned around in the past.
Cierra didn’t say anything else.
In fact, she didn’t want him to leave just now. Not to mention how much energy it would take to open
the door, she was not stupid. She could understand the meaning behind Draven’s words.
Whether it was because he didn’t care much about Aleah or because he kept his promise, he had to
be here tonight.
She opened her mouth, but wanted to ask what he wanted to say just now.
But since he was angry and didn’t want to talk about it anymore, there was no need for her to ask.
Cierra turned over with her back to Draven and slowly closed her eyes.
As long as she closed her eyes before the thunder, she would not be afraid.
Rumble!
An earth–shattering thunderp rang out.
Cierra shivered. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she was
muttering something.
The heavy rain hit the parasol trees outside the house and the ss on the balcony, apanied by
the rumbling thunder.
Another p of thunder!
Cierra on the bed couldn’t stand it anymore and eximed.
“Cierra…”
Draven had already woken up when hearing her whisper. He thought that she was having a
nightmare, so he ignored her. But hearing her terrified voice, he finally couldn’t help getting up from the
ground.
He went to turn on the lights. The old house used the old circuit board and the switch had already been
turned off when the thunder struck.
He had no choice but to pull the curtains on the balcony.
When the light entered, he could clearly see the situation before him. The woman had long since buried
herself under the nket, her head tightly covered. Only when the thunder rumbled did she tremble
slightly.
Sleeping like this would not be good.
“Cierra…”
Draven lifted the nket slightly so that she could breathe fresh air and not suffocate herself to
death.
But before he could finish his move, he froze.
The woman on the bed curled up into a ball, almost like a shrimp. The hair on her forehead was
completely wet with cold sweat, and the shirt was a little messy because of her sleeping posture,
revealing arge piece of skin underneath….
Draven couldn’t help looking away, but when he saw the scars inside, he couldn’t look away.
Another p of thunder.
Cierra was so scared that she trembled, as if she wanted to curl up a little. She held her head with both
arms and tried to get closer to a dark ce, Her petite body slowly moved into the quilt behind. her, and
she seemed to be muttering something.
Draven lowered his head and slowly approached her, trying to hear what she was saying.
“It’s so cold, so cold…”
“Don’t hit me, please… don’t hit me…”
“I want to live, I won’t die… I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid…”
Draven lowered his eyes and looked at her face. Looking at the beads of cold sweat on her forehead,
he felt like it was like the situation where he was trapped in a dark and narrow room.
He vaguely thought of Aleah’s face.
Every time it rained, she would say that she was afraid and wanted him to apany her.
Draven also went.
But now that he thought about it, every time he went there, he would only sit with her for a while or eat
something. Aleah was not afraid at all.
Draven blinked and raised his finger slightly, trying to push away the wet hair on Cierra’s forehead.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingers fell on her face, his arm was held tightly.
“I’m not afraid… I’m not afraid…”
Cierra was still mumbling.
Draven nced at his arm and said in a low voice, “Cierra, don’t be afraid. It’s just thunder. Don’t be
afraid.”
He pulled the nket over her and gently patted her on the back.
“No… no…”
“Not what?” Draven asked patiently.
“It’s not Cierra. It’s Cici. Cici is not afraid…”
Hearing that, Draven’s face darkened.
“What Cici?”
He asked in a hoarse voice, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Cici…
The woman holding his arm frowned. It seemed that she didn’t understand his question, but her
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voice was clear.
“I’m Cici, not Cierra.”
Draven’s eyes darkened. He stopped coaxing her and asked, “Cici Barton?”
Abruptly, Cierra frowned and narrowed her eyes, “What name? Too old–fashioned!”
“Cierra, you are not Cici Barton. William is your…”
Before Draven could finish his words, another p of thunder came from outside and interrupted
him.
The woman next to him was shocked again and held his arm tighter.
Her clothes were torn apart as she moved, revealing theplete scar on her shoulder.
Instead of asking about her family background, Draven let her hug him and asked another question
in a hoarse voice.
“Cierra, how many scars are there on your body?”