Chapter 181


    Chapter 181 Cierra’s Love? Ridiculous!


    Draven’s face was so gloomy that no one dared to look directly at him when he came out of the


    ward.


    He couldn’t let go of the pent-up frustration in his heart.


    This kind of emotion was exactly the same as every time he was punished or forced to do something


    he didn’t want to do when he was young.


    But if he refused to submit, he would be locked up in that pitch-ck ce for another night, causing


    him to be powerless. He had nowhere to escape.


    The more times his mother spoke, the suffocating feeling got stronger, which ovepped with the


    darkness in his memory. He was afraid that if he stayed in the ward any longer, the uncontroble


    rebellion in his bones woulde back again.


    That was why he quickened his pace, wishing to quickly escape from the ce behind him, and stay


    far away from the people inside.


    “Draven, why are you walking so fast? Are you really in a hurry to eat?”


    Ryan rushed out of the ward. Before he could catch his breath, Draven had already gone farther, so


    he could only catch up with him quickly.


    Draven turned a deaf ear to his joke and maintained a cold expression.


    They stood in front of the elevator. At this time, Ryan found an opportunity to talk to Draven.


    “Draven, I believe you can distinguish right from wrong. You should know that Auntie is right. Why do


    you have to…”


    “Ryan.”


    Draven interrupted.


    At this time, the elevator arrived. He stepped in and did not say anything to Ryan.


    Because this was not the mealtime, there was no one in the elevator.


    “Do you know which cake shop near the hospital is better?” He asked as he stepped into the


    elevator.


    As soon as Draven finished speaking, Ryan suddenly shut his mouth.


    Since he stepped into the elevator, within the 30 seconds, he had thought about how to persuade


    Draven and how to respond.


    But he didn’t expect Draven to say that.


    Is there any cake shop nearby whose cake tastes better?


    After a long while, Ryan finally said, “I haven’t been back to New York for a few years. Why are you


    asking me?”


    The elevator stopped on the first floor.


    Draven nced at Ryan expressionlessly and stepped forward. “When I was a child, Ernest and Ms.


    Trevino asked me to do all kinds of things that I didn’t like. The feeling was like when you found out that


    Bruno West hadpromised with the West family and gone back to enjoy his rich life. It was


    disgusting and I felt powerless. You don’t know that when everyone thought what they did was good for


    me, only Aleah stood on my side.”


    When he had juste out of the dark room, she had given him a piece of cake. But Aleah, who had


    just returned to the Boyle family, remembered his birthday. Even Cierra forgot it.


    Every time when he was forced by Ernest and Mrs. Trevino to do something he didn’t like, the only


    person who supported him was Aleah. All their rtives and friends would only say that was for his


    good.


    “For my good”, that’s ridiculous.


    Up to now, he had somewhat forgotten the taste of the cake, but he would always remember the


    sweetness he tasted when he came out of that dark room.


    He had suffered a lot, he wanted to cherish the sweet cake.


    He didn’t want to lose it.


    After hearing his words, Ryan was silent for a long time. It was not until the cold wind outside the


    hospital blew past their faces that he looked back at Draven with aplicated expression.


    “You’re going to marry Aleah just because she used to be on your side?”


    “Isn’t it enough for her to pity me?”


    Draven stood still and turned to look at Ryan seriously.


    Ryan also restrained his sl*ppy attitude and said in a serious tone, “You also know that it was because


    of pity, not because she loves you. If you want to marry her just for this, is there a possibility that she is


    faking this pity?”


    A woman like Aleah had hurt Cici when she was young. How could she be so kind as to pity Draven?


    Thinking of this, Ryan couldn’t stand it anymore and hurriedly said, “Draven, you wanted to marry her


    not because you loved her! I should have seen it earlier. If you liked her, would you have kept distance


    with her for so many years? Is it because you couldn’t do it or didn’t want to? You didn’t


    even want to touch her. Do you think such a marriage can be maintained? Wake up! She approached


    you with a purpose. This is a scheme. You fell into a trap and didn’te out. Are you stup*d?”


    Compared to Ryan’s excitement, Draven was much calmer.


    He shook his head. “I’m not stup*d, I’m just short of love.”


    Ryan was dumbfounded.


    However, Draven said seriously, “So what if she’s plotting against me? If she can let me see a little light


    in the dark, I’m willing to be a moth that disregards life and death. Maybe you’re right. I don’t love her. I


    want to marry her just because I’m unwilling to give up the hope and I want to resist the shackles on


    me. She doesn’t love me. She only loves my money. It just so happens that I have


    nothing but money.”


    Ryan opened his mouth, trying to refute it, but nothing came out.


    But he remembered the little chubby girl who had been following Draven since she was a child. She


    had followed Draven for so many years. Should she be ignored by him?


    In the end, Ryan couldn’t help but say, “Draven, you said that you needed love. Didn’t Cici love you


    enough? She has been following you since she was a child. Everyone can see that she likes you. Why


    did you turn a blind eye to her obvious love? Why did you have to choose Aleah’s fake love?”N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    He didn’t want sincere and enthusiastic love but had to ept the carefully calcted hypocrisy.


    Was he out of his mind?


    “Cierra, she loves me?”


    Hearing this, Draven sneered. His expression changed, and his anger rose again.


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    “She didn’t love me at all. It was just a joke of our elders. She naturally regarded herself as my wife.


    Later, she just wanted to escape from the Boyle family and coaxed Ernest to marry me! Aleah’s love for


    me is a scheme. Isn’t she also calcting?” said Draven.


    And he thought in mind, “Everyone could tell that she loved me…


    Aha, that is ridiculous!


    If she really liked me, why didn’t she get close to me after Aleah came back? She didn’t even look at


    me in the eye. Except for smiling in front of Ernest, when had she ever given me a smile?


    If she really liked me, why would she be so indifferent when I was going to send her abroad and ept


    all the arrangements quietly? Moreover, in the past three years, she had never called me. She


    remembered Mrs. Trevino’s birthday, she would call the old chef of L’Opera Restaurant, ignored me


    alone. Was this her love?


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    If she really liked me, why would she divorce me so calmly and find her next boyfriend so quickly?


    Aleah pretended to love me, but she was not even willing to pretend it. Was this the so-called love?


    She just loved the name of Mrs. Trevino and wanted to leave the Boyle family.


    Once she got out of this situation, she would no longer need me, and even their memories would be


    completely thrown away.


    I knew she envied Aleah just because she was Mrs. Trevino. We had just divorced, and she started


    bringing me and Aleah together. Was this her love?”


    Thinking of this, Draven seemed angrier.


    “I told you not to mention her again.”