I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 63: Dark Fairy Tale
"Cece, I’m feeling a bit pressured right now."
"What are you afraid of? Didn’t I tell you I’ve been abandoned by the family? Whether I’m doing well or not, they can’t control it. We should do whatever we want."
Grace Sutton gently laughed: "Is that supposed to be comforting?"
"It’s the truth."
Grace Sutton smiled again, feeling slightly relieved. Whether those words were true or false, she felt comforted.
After Quiana Sutton hung up the phone, she decisively called Nathan Firth.
***
Between Clouds and Waters.
Quiana Sutton looked at Nathan Firth sitting across from her, raised her eyelids for a glance, and noticed the untouched wine in his glass, carrying an inexplicable sneer,
"What’s wrong? Afraid I poisoned it and don’t dare to drink?"
Nathan Firth picked up his wine glass, swirled it, and spoke leisurely:
"How could I be? Wine poured by you, even if it’s poison, I would drink it."
After speaking, he drank it all in one go.
She had no time to play riddles with him, cutting to the chase: "Why exactly did you come to Capital City?"
"To set up an art exhibition."
She sneered, "Ha... You might fool Charlotte Sutton with that, but it doesn’t work on me."
Nathan Firth, as if not hearing, put down the wine glass, continued speaking to himself:
"You want to know why I came to Capital City, right? Then let me tell you a story."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Nathan Firth, this person, is truly problematic. Not to mention asking him to tell a story, even having a proper conversation is difficult.
The only person who can make him submissive is her grandfather.
He seemed like a completely different person at this moment, making her feel a bit uneasy and strange.
Nathan Firth pretended not to see, simply speaking lightly:
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful forest. Trees reflected in the river, and the forest surrounded the river. At the river’s edge, lived a family of rabbits, living very happily."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Though she was very puzzled, her intuition told her this story was important. Even if she was embarrassed by it, she quietly listened.
"But one day, the wind rose and clouds gathered, disaster still came. A hunter broke into the rabbits’ home. The hunter said the mother rabbit was his pet, how could she gain happiness without his permission?"
At this point, the voice gradually lowered, as if falling into an ice cellar, cold and desperate.
She waited for a long while before speaking:
"And then?"
"Then... the mother rabbit begged the hunter to spare them, but the hunter cruelly killed both the mother and father rabbit."
At this moment, Nathan Firth’s expression had returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, as if merely telling an ordinary story.
Quiana Sutton: "What about the little rabbit? Did it escape?"
In this story, the character of the little rabbit hadn’t appeared.
Nathan Firth: "The little rabbit escaped this disaster because it went out to play.
She was silent for a long while before quietly speaking:
"That little rabbit is really pitiful. Now, the long life ahead is left with just itself, and that grudge will accompany it forever."
"Yes..." While speaking, Quiana Sutton clearly felt the chilling aura seeping from Nathan Firth: "So, the little rabbit later became abnormal."
At this moment, her phone rang. She glanced at it; it was Durrell Landon. She hesitated whether to answer.
Seeing this, Nathan Firth’s eyes instantly darkened, quickly disappearing, leaving only a hint of casual indifference:
"It’s Durrell Landon’s call, right? Answer it, let him come to pick you up. I happen to want to see him."
Quiana Sutton lifted her eyelids, glanced up at Nathan Firth. Although she wasn’t surprised he knew about her relationship with Durrell Landon.
She slowly pressed the answer button: "Hello—"
Upon hearing Quiana Sutton’s voice, his tone unconsciously softened:
"Director Fang told me he chose you as the lead female role. Congratulations! Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up."
"Between Clouds and Waters, Box 666."
"Okay."
In less than ten minutes, Durrell Landon appeared at the box’s door. Quiana Sutton was quite surprised, "How did you get here so fast?"
"I’m also at Between Clouds and Waters, just in a different box."
At this moment, he noticed another person in the box, casually watching him. His originally smiling eyes instantly turned ice-cold:
"Cece, go sit in the car. I think I need to chat with this Mr. Firth."
Nathan Firth stood up from his seat and walked step by step towards Durrell Landon. Though his face showed little expression, she could distinctly feel his immense hostility.
"Young Master Landon, well, I wanted to talk with you too."
Quiana Sutton suddenly frowned.
Durrell Landon, seeing Quiana Sutton had not moved, chuckled lightly:
"What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll fight him?"
Actually, she was a bit curious about whose skills were better—Durrell Landon’s or Nathan Firth’s. She had discovered long ago, when Durrell suffered severe injuries from a car accident, she could be a bit more reckless. But once he healed, it seemed she could only let him have his way.
But these two are public figures, surely they wouldn’t brawl in the street.
After Quiana Sutton left, Durrell Landon remained serene, his gaze toward Nathan Firth dark and abyssal: "A pleasure."
Nathan Firth sat slowly in Quiana Sutton’s original seat, spoke provocatively: "Young Master Landon, a pleasure."
Durrell Landon’s eyebrows twitched, remained standing without moving, half-hidden in the light, making it hard to see clearly: "Since Mr. Firth is my wife’s senior, I hope you will certainly make an appearance at our wedding."
Nathan Firth glanced at Durrell Landon, sneeringly said:
"A wedding? You’ll soon get divorced, I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to attend the nuptials."
"My wife and I are true love, together for eternity, absolutely won’t divorce."
True love?!
Nathan Firth seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
He curled his lips further, sarcasm more apparent in his eyes:
"You think she married you out of love? She only wanted to get revenge on me, to anger me or maybe to escape my control, that’s why she married you, or perhaps she thought life was too dull and wanted to create some fun..."
As for true love, he wouldn’t believe a single word.
Durrell Landon stood on the spot, arms crossed, eyes lowered, concealing the depth within, chewing on Nathan Firth’s words—
Just to get revenge on him, just to anger him, just to escape his control, just to make life a bit more entertaining, that’s why she married him.
Durrell Landon scrutinized Nathan Firth, squinted slightly, exuding a dangerous air:
"Whether it’s true love, Mr. Firth will naturally find out in time..."
After speaking, he left the box without looking back.
Watching Durrell Landon’s departing silhouette, Nathan Firth simply chuckled deeply, then downed the wine on the table.
