I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 136: Long-Planned

She had previously been wondering whether the guy Cece was seeing could be a jerk, and now that she knows Quiana’s person is Durrell Landon, she’s even more worried...

Even though as long as Mr. Landon is willing, there are plenty of women flocking to him, but he chose Cece, so it should be because of true love...

"Cece, did you guys develop feelings because of a movie?"

Quiana hesitantly opened her mouth: "Maybe... probably..."

Unexpectedly, Durrell Landon defied conventional norms and said: "No... I’ve had designs on her for a long time..."

Grace: "..."

Quiana: "..."

Luckily, Grace didn’t have a habit of pursuing things to the end. Her only concern was that Cece’s status seemed to be a gap compared to Mr. Landon’s, so this relationship would face challenges.

When nobody was watching, Quiana pinched Durrell Landon’s waist.

Originally, she wanted to find a bit of flesh to pinch, but realized there wasn’t a bit of flab; feeling his well-defined skin, she could almost imagine the burgeoning strength hidden within the muscles, finding herself somewhat reluctant to stop touching.

Durrell Landon let out a muffled groan, whispered beside her ear: "If you keep touching, make sure to put the fire out later." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Quiana: "..."

Rarely did her ears turn red, she muttered: "Beast."

Grace was also rarely seeing Quiana without her guard up, her whole demeanor softened like she was indeed in a state of romance.

But then again, who in this world could resist the charm of Mr. Landon.

Not far away.

Axius Somerville, observing the scene, finally understood that even an iceberg would melt when it meets its true love.

He was somewhat surprised that Durrell Landon would actually be with Quiana.

But at this moment, he had to admit, the two really made a fitting pair standing together.

It’s not just their looks that matched, but also an indescribable, strange harmony.

It’s almost as if they were destined to entwine like vines, penetrating bones and blood, inseparable.

...

The past few days have been very busy for Quiana; apart from filming the MV with Axius Somerville, she also had to film commercials for Alexander Skylane’s new series designs.

Initially, Grace wanted to get Quiana a few more gigs, but Quiana declined them all.

Firstly, she didn’t need the money, and secondly, those brands had some shady history, which she didn’t want to trouble herself with.

As for some variety shows in need of people recently, they’re all dating shows.

If she participated in a dating show, Durrell Landon would probably tear down the whole filming building.

Ultimately, it was abandoned.

On the day of shooting the Manjushaka advertisement, Alexander Skylane also showed up at the filming set.

His initial dream was for her to wear the jewelry he designed and shine brightly in front of everyone.

Now, in a way, his initial wish has come true.

After Quiana finished shooting the advertisement, Alexander Skylane walked up to her, hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"Cece, the domestic subsidiary has wrapped up, my father wants me to go back briefly, so I should be leaving Capital City soon."

Originally, Alexander hoped to see a trace of reluctance on her face, but he was disappointed; her face was void of any expression, only excess calmness, as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

Quiana just thought it was something inevitable, as Alexander Skylane was supposed to inherit Aisha Group, and the Capital City branch was just for him to gain experience.

"Well... Safe travels..."

There was a slight bitterness in Alexander’s eyes, but so be it, let him remain as just a normal friend to her, so her mind won’t be burdened.

"Until we meet again."

...

After finishing the advertisement shoot, Quiana was planning to go home to blissfully take a shower and then lie in bed to sleep, but unexpectedly ran into Vinny Linnel in the underground parking lot; she originally didn’t want to pay attention, but Vinny blocked her path.

"Miss Sutton, wait a moment."

With Vinny Linnel, Quiana had an instinctive aversion, a hint of detachment in her voice: "What is it?"

Vinny Linnel stared at Quiana’s face, a flicker of jealousy appeared in her eyes but vanished quickly, her voice carried a difficult-to-discern emotion.

"I just wanted to tell you, I’m pregnant."

Quiana: "..."

She looked at Vinny with an expression of utter bewilderment: "Your child isn’t mine, you seem to have found the wrong person."

Vinny’s expression didn’t change, there was even a hint of smugness on her face:

"Although it’s not your child, it does have something to do with you."

Upon hearing this, the expression on Quiana’s face slowly darkened:

"You’re not trying to tell me that this child is Durrell Landon’s, are you?"

"You’re quite smart."

"Impossible."

Quiana simply didn’t believe the child was Durrell Landon’s; Durrell Landon, even if he were to actually cheat, would never create something like an illegitimate child as leverage against him.

After all, she was still his wife.

Vinny’s faint, ambiguous smile met Quiana’s eyes: "You trust him that much?"

"Of course, even if you believe he wouldn’t do such a thing when sober, what if he was drugged and unaware?"

While Quiana didn’t think this child was Durrell’s, she couldn’t deny feeling a slight wavering at this moment.

Seeing she achieved her goal, Vinny didn’t say anything more.

Whether Quiana believed it or not, it was enough to plant a seed of doubt in her mind.

At midnight.

Durrell came back to the room, surprisingly found Quiana still awake, standing on the balcony smoking.

In fact, it had been long since he last saw her smoke; she usually smoked under extreme stress.

Durrell was very introspective.

Although he had been coming home late recently, he hadn’t disturbed her, and he sent her personally out every morning.

Especially this morning, the tenderness in her eyes moved him deeply.

So he was sure something at work annoyed her.

"What’s wrong? Was work not smooth?"

Durrell suddenly hugged her from behind, she got startled, instinctively pushed him away.

"Don’t touch me."

Durrell felt her hint of rejection and defensiveness, slightly furrowing his brow.

"What’s the matter with you?"

Quiana acknowledged her overreaction, transferring unresolved issues to Durrell was indeed unfair.

Crushing the cigarette butt out, she pinched her eyebrows: "It’s nothing, you just startled me when you hugged me from behind."

Durrell looked at her, was that really it?

In the moonlight, he could clearly see a trace of evasion in her gaze.

It was obvious she was lying.

But he didn’t expose her, just calmly said: "It’s already late, let’s go to sleep."