I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 144 - 143: Making an Approach

Quiana Sutton thought Durrell Landon was just speaking offhandedly and didn’t expect him to act so quickly.

Early the next morning, it wasn’t even five o’clock yet, she felt the bed beside her move.

Groggily, she opened her eyes to see someone getting out of bed briskly, but didn’t pay much attention, turned over, and went back to sleep.

In a haze, she seemed to feel someone pick her up and wrap her in a soft blanket or something, and then her body kept swaying and bumping.

The embrace had a crisp, familiar scent, giving her a comforting sense of security that she was reluctant to wake from.

When she finally woke from sleep, she groggily opened her eyes to see Durrell Landon lying beside her.

His long eyelashes, like small fans, cast a faint shadow on his eyelids, and his honey-colored skin was still just as smooth and delicate, without a single blemish even up close.

No matter how many times she saw him, this man always brought a sense of awe.

She traced his brows and eyes in the air, then mischievously tousled his hair into a strange style, just about to laugh, when the man in front of her didn’t even open his eyes. As if guided by instinct, he reached out and caught her, trapping her in his embrace as he slowly uttered in a husky, seductive voice:

"It’s still early, sleep a little longer. When you wake up, we’ll be there."

There...

Wait... Where to?

Only then did she belatedly realize she wasn’t lying in the master bedroom of Imperial View Manor but was on a plane.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Gavaria Island."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

He really was taking her on a trip...

Gavaria Island is a world-famous tourist destination, where many newlywed couples go for their honeymoon.

She thought she wasn’t interested, but surprisingly found herself a little expectant.

In this anticipation, she fell back asleep.

When she woke again, she found Durrell Landon had already gotten up, standing a little distance away drinking water. A few drops trickled along an arc, crystal clear and tempting, making her feel a bit dry-mouthed so early in the morning.

Sensing her movements as she got up, Durrell Landon turned around, looking at her with a bright smile: "Awake?"

She quickly averted her gaze; she didn’t want to be tempted by him first thing in the morning.

At this moment, she noticed the plane seemed to be Landon Family’s private jet, equipped with a high-end bathroom, fully adjustable leather seats, surround sound home theater, and other luxurious fixtures...

All these fixtures bore the inscription of a Landon crest.

Just like how her grandfather liked to inscribe the Sutton family emblem on their private jets.

"Is this your Landon Family’s private plane?"

Durrell Landon nodded: "Yes."

"We’ll arrive in twenty minutes, get up quickly."

...

Gavaria Island.

The island enjoys a perpetual spring, with scenic beauty, expansive beautiful beaches, rich fruits and seafood, and stunningly rare and dangerous mountain landscapes, making it more captivating than any vacation island discovered so far.

This was originally a backward little island, but after years of development and promotion, Gavaria Island has become one of the most beloved luxurious vacation islands among the global populace, with monthly profit yields even surpassing the annual GDP of many small countries.

Sanctuary Hotel.

A seven-star hotel on Gavaria Island.

Durrell Landon completed the hotel check-in procedures, carrying two large suitcases into the room.

This time it was just the two of them going out to play, so he didn’t have anyone else follow along. Although this island has many visitors, he believed neither he nor Quiana Sutton was famous enough to be recognized worldwide.

But the truth proved otherwise.

Even if they weren’t globally famous, their appearances attracted attention wherever they went.

Because they were out on a trip, Durrell Landon selected comfortable, elegant, sport-style outfits for Quiana Sutton, making her look like a teenager.

She stood on the top floor of Sanctuary Hotel, enjoying the breeze, when a man approached her.

"Miss, are you here alone?"

The costs of a trip to Gavaria Island are extremely high, with only the wealthy or noble able to afford it.

For those traveling alone, especially single and attractive ones, a bit of harassment is easy to come by.

Quiana Sutton glanced indifferently, ignoring him.

His eyes were murky, clothes loose and disheveled, still carrying the scent of a woman’s perfume—he seemed just to have come from a woman’s bed; such men were of no interest to her.

So disinterested she didn’t even bother to engage.

Beautiful and proud women often unconsciously arouse a desire to conquer.

Especially standing next to her, he could smell a faint fragrance, unlike the other women’s thick perfume, a very distinct and natural scent that kept working its way to the tip of one’s nose, enticing them to seek more.

Perhaps because she had just woken up in the morning, her mind was still fuzzy. Unable to resist for a moment, he placed his hand directly on her shoulder, barely beginning to feel the soft charm when he felt his wrist snap.

Immediately he cried out in pain.

"Ah..."

The pain in his wrist ran along the neural paths to his brain, fully waking him.

"Ah ah ah...What are you doing, you bitch? Let go now."

As he insulted her, Quiana Sutton slightly increased the pressure on his wrist.

"Ah..."

Quiana Sutton looked at him indifferently, voice calm: "Is your brain more clear now?"

Were it not for the pain in his wrist, he would have thought she was having a casual chat with him. At that moment, all his romantic thoughts vanished; he only wanted to score with a girl, not risk his life.

He hurriedly nodded.

"Clear, clear, completely clear."

Quiana Sutton let go of his hand, casually tossing him to the side.

Then took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, tossing it into the trash after she finished.

She just wanted to enjoy the breeze on the rooftop, but now all interest was gone.

The man standing in the corner watched Quiana Sutton’s indifferent back as she left, suddenly finding her intriguing, and perhaps this trip to Gavaria Island wouldn’t be so boring after all.

Quiana Sutton returned to the room to find Durrell Landon had finished his call, but his expression was unpleasant, could even be considered rather gloomy. However, upon seeing her, his face once again showed a smile.

"Let’s go eat something."

She stood still, frowning deeply: "Who was the call from just now?"

He rubbed his temples slightly in annoyance: "My grandfather called after learning I left the Capital City, specifically to question me, believing I’m avoiding him on purpose."

Though he did have that kind of thought.