I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 137: Punishment

Quiana Sutton lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She turned to look at Durrell Landon lying beside her and couldn’t hold back, asking, "Durrell Landon, do you like kids?"

Durrell originally had his eyes tightly shut, but upon hearing the question, he slowly opened his eyes, his voice carrying inexplicable emotions, "Why the sudden question?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, her voice calming down, "Nothing, just curious, casually asking. If you don’t want to answer, then forget it."

After speaking, she closed her eyes as if preparing to sleep, but Durrell lost all sleepiness, his eyes clear.

He slightly propped himself up, his gaze falling on Quiana Sutton, studying her carefully. She couldn’t possibly ask such random questions for no reason, so Durrell felt it necessary to investigate who she had encountered today.

...

Next day.

When Quiana Sutton woke up, she instinctively touched the spot beside her, finding it empty, even the warmth in the blanket had dissipated long ago.

She furrowed her brows; did Durrell Landon head out early this morning?

The butler saw Quiana coming downstairs and quickly approached, "Madam, is there anything special you want for breakfast?"

Quiana: "Same as usual is fine."

After breakfast, she returned to her room and decided to call Clara Hale.

"Need a favor."

Clara Hale replied miserably, "Boss, I’m busy investigating the relationship between Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth."

"Check something more important first."

Clara Hale immediately became spirited, "Boss, what do you need me to check?"

"Help me investigate the relationship between Vinny Linnel and Durrell Landon."

Clara Hale: "..."

He thought it was something important; does the boss want to know if Mr. Landon had an affair?

"Boss, why don’t you investigate yourself?"

Quiana’s tone was light: "I’m afraid if I truly discover something, I’ll smash the computer out of anger, and that would be a great loss."

Clara Hale: "..."

As a miserable subordinate, he could only resign himself to starting the investigation.

But unexpectedly, he stumbled upon a very interesting video, quickly sending it to Quiana, while also giving her a call, "Boss, I just sent you a video; you’ll find it very interesting."

Quiana didn’t think much of it and opened the video directly, not expecting it to be so scandalous.

She immediately hit the X key; she didn’t watch much, but what she saw was crystal clear.

The video featured Vinny Linnel and a waiter from Between Clouds and Waters.

At the time, Durrell Landon had stabbed his arm, bleeding all the way. Someone was curious about what had happened in the room and secretly opened the phone’s recording function, capturing such a scene.

Clara Hale felt no embarrassment, even commenting after watching:

"Boss, this Miss Lin’s figure is really mediocre. If she cut her hair short, I could call her bro. As for that waiter, he looks tall and sturdy, but when he takes off his pants, he’s really just so-so."

Quiana: "..."

She finally couldn’t stand it any longer and said, "Quit it."

Clara Hale chuckled softly, "Boss, should we sell this video? Fifty-fifty split?"

Quiana: "..."

She pinched her brow in frustration, "If you’re not afraid of the Linnel family coming after you, you could give it a try."

Clara Hale slightly backed down, realizing his life was more important.

He adopted a more serious tone, "Boss, how do you plan to handle the video?"

"Keep it for now; it might be useful someday."

"Understood."

After hanging up, her previously tense expression unconsciously relaxed.

Vinny Linnel is trying to make Durrell Landon a father?

If someone dares to force the child on Durrell, she wouldn’t hesitate to disclose the video.

Meanwhile, Charles Foote also investigated Vinny Linnel meeting Quiana Sutton and found out one more thing, that Vinny Linnel was pregnant.

He looked at the hospital’s examination report, smiling with a trace of mystery:

"I think she wants you to acknowledge the child; after all, the Linnel Family won’t recognize a servant’s child."

Durrell Landon stood by the window, the weather was overcast and windy, tousling his hair as his expression grew incredibly gloomy, "Do I look like a saint?"

She hasn’t paid for drugging him yet, and now she’s trying to frame him in front of Quiana Sutton, claiming the child is his.

Vinny Linnel said something he could mostly guess.

Judging by Quiana’s attitude, she seemed suspicious; otherwise, with her personality, she would have ignored him by now.

He needed to explain properly that he would never touch Vinny Linnel, let alone have a child.

...

Nighttime.

Durrell Landon returned to Imperial View Manor, entered his room, hearing the shower water in the bathroom, creating alluring scenes.

He removed his coat and pushed open the bathroom door without thinking.

At the sound of the door opening, she instinctively turned around.

Durrell had been returning late recently, and servants rarely came upstairs at night to the master bedroom, so she hadn’t locked the door, completely unprepared for someone entering.

She shouted sternly, "Who’s there?"

The bathroom’s steam had already formed a veil-like effect, and amidst the mist, she only managed to see the silhouette of the man’s body before being grabbed by the waist and pressed against the cold wall behind her.

Hotter than the shower, a kiss attacked her lips, and simultaneously, a deeply raspy sensual voice rolled out from the man’s throat:

"This is punishment! Punishment for your doubts about me!"

The bathroom already had high temperatures, and coupled with the man’s deliberate hint of punishment, she was a bit oxygen deprived.

She was completely dazed and weak, her only sensation was his presence permeating every inch of her body.

When the man ravaged her lips and tongue, moving from her lip corner down her chin and along her neck, she finally found a chance to breathe.

"Durrell Landon! Don’t go overboard."

Durrell bit her lip with a low laugh filled with dark danger, "I told you, this is punishment!"

"Punishment needs a reason." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Actually, she was a bit annoyed at the moment; she just wanted to shower, but Durrell suddenly barged in and said nonsensical things.

Calling it punishment, maybe he just wanted to do something in the bathroom.

Durrell looked at her with cold detachment, ignoring her resisting hands.