I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 50: Deep, Fiery, and Unwavering Love

This position...

In an instant, the alarm in Quiana Sutton’s brain started blaring. She pressed against his chest, not letting him make any further moves.

She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but right now, Durrell Landon seemed extremely angry. Her tone softened a bit, losing its earlier edge:

"What do you want to do?"

"You promised me. These three months are completely mine. Why are you still going to see Alexander Skylane?"

She felt like she’d never been this passive before. That hand pressed to the back of her neck—it felt like if she said one more word, she’d be erased from this world entirely.

The overwhelming aura emanating from him left her with nowhere to hide in this cramped car, filling her with an indescribable anxiety and making her scalp tingle.

She pressed her lips together tightly, a bit helpless as she tried to explain:

"I wasn’t looking for him. Running into him at Between Clouds and Waters today was just an accident."

Durrell Landon’s hand on the back of her neck tightened slightly.

"That explanation isn’t enough. I need other proof."

She bit her lip. "Then what kind of proof do you want?"

She didn’t dare make any move right now. She could clearly feel the wildfire in him—it felt like all it would take was one spark to make him explode, consuming all the chaos in her heart.

The hand at her neck suddenly slid upward, gripping the back of her head. Her lips were pulled to his—and then captured completely.

There was a jolt of pain in this act of plunder, but along with the pain, there seemed to be something else mixed in.

That depth, that burning passion, that persistence—like he wanted to set her cold and lonely soul on fire.

...

At this moment.

In the private room.

Julian Haworth kept checking the time, unable to help feeling worried. "Why is Durrell taking so long out there? Did something happen to them?"

Oliver Gale crossed his legs, playing with his glass, looking completely nonchalant, "If you’re that worried, why don’t you just call?"

He really was worried.

A sudden, urgent ringtone rang through the car, snapping the two people inside back to reality.

She caught the clear reflection of herself in his eyes, and quickly looked away, panicked.

Before, she knew very clearly: she was just playing a part—a vivid, real role-play. Her heart never burned for him. But just now, she’d clearly seen a different self from before.

She didn’t even dare to look a second time.

She didn’t know if she was really falling for him, but at the very least, she could no longer stay as calm and unaffected as she once was.

He pressed her to his chest, forcing himself to slow his breathing before he finally took out his phone. When he saw Julian Haworth was calling, he frowned slightly, but still answered.

"What is it?"

He didn’t even realize it himself, but right now, his voice was hoarse and laced with an intense sensuality. Julian Haworth could feel his own face flush, his heart beating faster.

"Durrell, where are you guys?"

"Underground parking lot."

Hearing his voice, Oliver Gale raised his eyebrows and suddenly said with a sly smile:

"Hey, you guys aren’t doing something you shouldn’t be in the underground lot, are you?"

The three others present: "..."

Oliver Gale didn’t care at all about the psychological trauma he was causing the others, and continued:

"You’re both celebrities—try to be a little more discreet, don’t let yourselves get photographed."

The three others present: "..."

With Oliver Gale’s teasing ringing in his ears, Durrell Landon just hung up the phone.

After Durrell hung up, silence fell over the private room for a long time.

Finally, Violet Foote spoke up timidly, breaking the heavy quiet: "Isn’t Young Master Landon supposed to be the abstinent type?"

Thinking back, all these years, almost no women had ever gotten close to him. She’d always thought that Durrell took chastity really seriously.

Oliver Gale’s smile only deepened, his expression still utterly unconcerned: "Who knows? Maybe once he meets true love, he just turns into a beast."

Violet: "..."

...

Underground parking lot.

Their clothes were both perfectly in place, but Quiana Sutton still felt like all the strength had been drained from her body.

She slumped a little against Durrell Landon, her voice quiet:

"Where are we going now..."

Hearing her voice, the flame in his eyes, barely contained, threatened to roar back up again. He forcibly kept it down.

"Back to Imperial View Manor!"

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