I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 104: Lonely Love

In a deserted corner of the restaurant.

Julian Haworth felt it was a bit strange—Durrell Landon suddenly wanted to treat him to a meal, and the place he picked was this little diner next to the filming set.

He forced a few awkward laughs: "Durrell, are you inviting me to some cheap joint because you’ve run out of money?"

Durrell Landon sat across from Julian, his long legs crossed under the table, every movement elegant, careless, his expression detached: "Doing this once in a while can be a special experience."

Heh heh.....

No way he was buying that bullshit.

It wasn’t much longer before two people walked in from outside—Quiana Sutton and Joseph Grant—and he realized something might be up:

"Durrell, you’re buying me dinner—don’t tell me it’s just because those two came here to date?"

"Just a coincidence."

Julian: "..."

He didn’t believe a damn word of it...

Julian dropped his head a little, quietly scooped a mouthful of rice, and saw Durrell Landon staring intently at the two sitting not far away, so he deliberately spoke up:

"Durrell, maybe we should just share a table?"

"No need."

Julian: "..."

Honestly, if looks could kill, Joseph Grant’s body would already be shot through like a sieve.

Even though he was obviously pissed at Joseph sitting opposite Quiana, Durrell still forced himself not to go to her. Was he really so into self-torture?

Especially when Quiana asked Joseph if he liked her—Julian saw clearly how Durrell Landon’s face suddenly went ghostly pale, but just as quickly returned to normal.

He was never scared of anything, but Durrell’s icy stare at that moment left him too intimidated to say a word—he just ate his food in silence.

...

On the way back to the hotel with the cast, Quiana and Joseph saw an old man selling flowers by the road. Joseph stepped up and bought all the flowers.

Quiana glanced over indifferently, casually asked, "You like flowers?"

"Not really."

"So why’d you buy them all?"

"If I buy them all, the old man can go home and rest sooner."

Quiana was a little surprised. She thought she understood now—why Joseph had so many ex-girlfriends and yet none of them spoke ill of him. He had a warmth that showed up where no one else could see.

Joseph saw Quiana staring at him, his smile broadening, "Are you starting to realize I have lots of good qualities? Regretting not choosing me?"

She looked away and shook her head, a little helpless, "You’re a great guy—just not the right one for me."

Joseph’s smile faded slowly: "What about Durrell Landon? Are you really sure he’s the perfect one for you?"

She had been pretty sure once. But now, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

"Maybe."

...

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The next day.

Early in the morning, a topic hit the trending search.

#JosephGrantQuianaSuttonDevelopRomanceOnSet,SecretDate#

The attached photo was Joseph Grant holding flowers, standing beside Quiana Sutton.

Joseph had a string of ex-girlfriends; another one wouldn’t be a surprise. To the online crowd, it was just more gossip to entertain themselves over lunch.

Joseph saw this trending topic and hurriedly called Quiana, afraid she’d misunderstand and think he’d orchestrated the whole thing. There was a nervousness in his voice he couldn’t hide:

"This wasn’t me—I really didn’t expect the paparazzi to snap us. I’ll issue a statement."

He thought being at the diner near the set would be safe, but he’d still fallen for the paparazzi’s tricks.

Quiana wasn’t happy about it either—it was partly her own fault. Lately, she’d let her guard down.

Was it because she’d put so much of herself into Durrell Landon? To the point she didn’t even spot the paparazzi?

She figured she really must have fallen for Durrell Landon; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so lost and helpless. Every time she remembered his coldness these past days, her heart ached.

...

After hanging up, Joseph immediately posted on Weibo—

Dinner with the cast, just colleagues. Please don’t spread rumors.

Joseph Grant having a girlfriend wasn’t news, and he had plenty of true and fake scandals. He never cared before, but this was the first time he actually came out to set the record straight—netizens were shocked.

Instantly, it set off another wave of wild discussion.

[But honestly, these two don’t look much like a couple.]

[What do you mean, Joseph’s holding flowers.]

[Those are balloon flowers. Their meaning is eternal love, lonely love—love that never gets answered. Who the hell gives that kind of flower? Joseph Grant’s been a player for years, he knows better; if you want a girlfriend, you go with roses.]

...

The online debate was heating up, but then suddenly the photo was gone, the topic was deleted, even the account that posted the gossip was wiped.

People started sensing something was up—something unusual.

Durrell Landon took care of the rumors about Joseph and Quiana. As much as he wanted to delete that photo forever, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He stared at Quiana’s smile in the picture; it had only been a few days, but he found himself missing her that much. The tenderness in his heart even ached a little.

But when he thought about how she wasn’t smiling at him, a surge of jealousy stabbed through him.

He was about to go find Quiana, but in a split second he remembered Nathan Firth and Vinny Linnel. He forced down the impulse; until this was resolved, he couldn’t go to her.

Some time passed. For days, Durrell Landon seemed impossibly busy—filming all day, and if there were no night scenes, he never stayed at the hotel in the evening.

Quiana tried several times to talk things through, but Durrell never gave her the chance; he’d say he had something urgent, everything could wait till he got back.

But when he came back, it’d always be the next day—an entire day of filming, no time to even breathe, let alone for them to sit down and talk. And when she finally had a moment, he’d be nowhere in the hotel.

Round and round, everything felt caught in a loop—no end in sight.

Finally...

One day, something inside her finally snapped. When shooting wrapped, she walked up to Durrell Landon, ignoring everyone’s stares, and stopped him.

"Durrell Landon, I have something to say to you."

People were starting to cast curious glances their way. Durrell Landon sighed quietly, spoke gently: "Alright."

He led her aside, looked at her silently: "What do you want to tell me?"

Quiana gazed at Durrell Landon standing there—if there was anyone in the world who could make her feel emotions this intense, it was probably only Durrell Landon.

But now, she didn’t want that anymore.

Letting someone else control her feelings, and that person not caring—she wanted to go back to her old self. Even if she didn’t have love, at least she wouldn’t keep hoping, stop fearing what might be lost.

"Durrell Landon, let’s get a divorce."