I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 54: Adam and Eve, You Are My Rib
Quiana Sutton regretted it the moment she walked out of the fashion store with that dress.
This dress was more of an evening gown, something she seemingly had no occasion to wear, and more importantly, it was bought with Durrell Landon’s money.
She had always been reluctant to spend Durrell Landon’s money; as long as it didn’t involve any issues of interest, she could walk away freely whenever she wished.
She looked down at the dress, knowing she couldn’t return it, feeling utterly frustrated.
Not far away, there was a men’s clothing store.
She pondered slightly and walked in.
It was likely because the staff noticed her carrying a gown, they were exceptionally attentive to Quiana Sutton.
"Miss, are you buying this for your boyfriend or your husband? Do you need any recommendations for size?"
Quiana Sutton glanced at the salesperson and spoke calmly, "187cm, basically a model-like physique. As for recommendations, there’s no need."
She reckoned that Durrell Landon’s physique might even be better than a model’s.
She casually browsed around the store and picked out a black trench coat.
This trench coat was a classic style from a certain noble brand, which required the wearer to merge melancholy and exquisite elegance to fully evoke luxury and romance.
If someone unsuitable wore it, they would simply look out of place.
She immediately thought of Durrell Landon, who was tasteful yet unassuming, wealthy yet not flashy, talented yet not pretentious, with everything cloaked under a veil of mystery, blossoming quietly.
This trench coat truly suited him, and she decided to buy it immediately.
Violet Foote teased upon seeing this, "Durrell is really lucky to have you. You go shopping and still spend your own money to buy him clothes."
Quiana Sutton merely raised an eyebrow at this and said nothing.
The night wind swept through, and as Quiana Sutton left the mall, she felt a chill.
A dead branch pointed at the desolate night sky beside her, with a few dead leaves quietly falling. Autumn was fast approaching...
...
Imperial View Manor.
Quiana Sutton walked into the house, the interior brightly lit. Durrell Landon was engrossed in a book at the moment, every action elegant, every page turned as if meticulously calculated.
The warm yellow light cast upon his face unexpectedly softened him immensely.
Aware of Quiana Sutton’s entrance, Durrell Landon turned to look at her and spoke softly, "You’re back?"
She curiously eyed the book in Durrell Landon’s hands, "What are you reading?"
He casually tossed the book aside, "Just flipping through."
"Tired after a day’s shopping?"
"Tired, my legs are very sore."
Upon hearing this, Durrell Landon walked over to her side and lifted her into his arms.
She was startled, "What are you doing?"
"Aren’t your legs sore? I’ll give you a massage."
After saying so, he really carried her over to the nearby sofa, sat down, pulled up her long skirt, and began to gently massage the outside of her thighs.
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Staring at Durrell Landon’s face focused intently on massaging her, she suddenly felt a moment of confusion.
In fact, she was merely being coy and wasn’t that tired.
Since turning ten, she hadn’t experienced much tenderness, thinking she didn’t need it. Love seemed to make one vulnerable, yet akin to a forbidden temptation, she occasionally succumbed.
The scent on him was refreshingly pure, mingled with an alluring aroma, feeling unreal at that moment.
She sighed lightly, "Durrell Landon..."
His voice remained gentle and soft, "What?"
"Don’t be too good to me, and don’t truly fall in love with me."
Otherwise, she feared she couldn’t leave so freely.
Hearing this, Durrell Landon’s hand pressing against her thigh suddenly pinched her hard, causing her to tremble, the intimate tenderness vanished, and soon his hand moved from the outside of her thigh to the inside.
Instinctively, she clamped down on his hand, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a massage."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
"If you were at a massage parlor, this would be considered harassment."
Yet Durrell Landon looked completely innocent, without a trace of shame, answering seriously, "Is it? I don’t feel that way."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She had to admit, his acting was really impeccable, no wonder he won Best Actor.
Whether intentionally or not, his occasional touches nearly drove her insane.
She tried to get off him, but he held her firmly, unable to move.
At this moment, she noticed the bag she had yet to put down and quickly said:
"By the way, I bought you a trench coat. Would you like to try it on?"
Durrell Landon gave her a glance, his expression indifferent, as if seeing right through her.
She also looked at him innocently.
She wasn’t afraid to act it out either.
After a while, Durrell Landon’s jaw moved slightly, and he spoke lightly, "Try it on now?"
She nodded.
"Hmm."
Durrell Landon set her down, took off his coat in front of her, and tried on the black trench coat.
She gazed blankly at the man in front of her, looking exactly as she had imagined once he donned the trench coat.
Durrell Landon sat beside Quiana Sutton and picked up the book he had just put aside.
"Earlier, I read a story about Adam, the first human created by God, and Eve, the second human, made from Adam’s rib."
He looked at Quiana Sutton, "Do you think the Adam in this world can ever find his Eve?"
He sat very close to her, speaking as he leaned in, his breath on her face, the warmth nearly shattering her composure.
Was he suggesting she was his Eve?
His rib, an inseparable part of his body? His deepest craving and desire?
She regulated her breathing, standing up slowly, speaking.
"It’s just a story in the Bible, not real. After a day’s shopping, I’m tired and want to rest."
After saying so, she immediately headed upstairs.
Durrell Landon watched Quiana Sutton’s retreating figure, squinting slightly.
...
Evelyn Windsor locked herself in her room once she returned to the Windsor Estate. The thought of Durrell Landon already being registered with Quiana Sutton, though not publicly, still made Quiana the legitimate young lady of the Landon Family. Even if they divorced in the future and Durrell was willing to marry her, she wouldn’t be the one unique anymore.
Thinking about this made her so angry that she swept everything off the dressing table to the ground.
With a crash, a box shattered, and its contents fell out.
It was a bracelet.
A birthday gift from Durrell Landon for her eighteenth birthday.
Reportedly a special custom, the only one of its kind in the world.
She was unwilling to accept it; she had defeated all the women who liked Durrell Landon, but in the end, Durrell Landon married a woman of unknown origin. How could she swallow this?
She picked up the bracelet, holding it tightly in her hand.
Recalling everything from the past.
She firmly believed Durrell Landon liked her, even if he registered with Quiana Sutton, it was merely because Quiana had beguiled him.
It was all Quiana Sutton’s fault!
