I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 77: The Second Personality

The person in the mirror, there was no warmth in her eyes, only coldness and ruthlessness, as if all emotions had been sealed away, leaving only a bloodthirsty instinct.

It seemed she could still hear the person in the mirror speaking to her:

"You’ve finally let me out."

The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, carrying the most extreme temptation, enticing her: "You’re already very tired, give your body to me."

At this moment, she suddenly realized her body had stiffened and she couldn’t move. She could only watch helplessly as the person in the mirror reached out her hands, wanting to seize her body.

Just when the person in the mirror was about to touch her, she suddenly thought of Durrell Landon’s face filled with anger yet restrained.

How could she be devoured by another personality???!!!

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she clenched her fists fiercely and smashed the mirror in front of her.

The mirror shattered accordingly, with shards of glass sliding off the back of her hand, mixed with blood, rolling into the sink and continuously making a soft tingling sound.

At the moment the mirror shattered, the force binding her seemed to dissipate completely.

The strength from her limbs surged into her heart, but she still felt like all her strength had been drained away.

She slid weakly onto the floor, not even tending to the wounds on the back of her hand.

She had long known that there was another personality within her, but she had always suppressed it; she didn’t expect that this personality would awaken.

At this moment, she couldn’t see her own eyes, unaware that her eyes were now red as if about to bleed, looking dead and lifeless.

It was a long time before she recovered, and when she raised her eyes, the excess emotions had already dissipated, leaving only a coldness.

She indifferently tended to her wound and did not bother with it anymore.

Then she applied a very ugly makeup to herself and went out.

After leaving the apartment, Durrell Landon hadn’t actually left; he sat in his car, his gaze remained fixed on the tightly closed window, eyes icy and faintly red, eerily unsettling in the night.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed Quiana Sutton driving away so late and instinctively chased after her.

Quiana Sutton’s car was specially modified by him, equipped with a GPS tracking system, and he followed Quiana all the way to an underground boxing ring.

Whenever she felt bad, she would come to this boxing arena to fight.

Though she hadn’t come in a long time.

Tonight, however, she was somewhat out of control; she had to find a way to calm herself down.

The boxing arena owner felt his scalp tingle when he saw her coming; that familiar makeup looked just like a soul-reaping ghost from hell.

A few days ago, someone named Tide came and brutally abused all boxers in the arena.

Even the boxing champion couldn’t last ten moves under the person named Tide.

Now, she and Tide were both listed as top dangerous individuals.

Whenever she or Tide entered the arena, it had to go into emergency preparedness mode.

"Quick, quick, that violent ugly freak is back."

"No way, just got blood-ravaged by Tide yesterday, getting blood-ravaged again today?"

"Why is her combat power so high for a woman? She’s just like a man."

"So ugly, maybe no one treats her like a woman, perhaps she considers herself male inside."

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Quiana Sutton had a nickname in the ring — death.

Many had only heard of this title but never experienced it firsthand. Yet tonight, the woman with a seemingly grotesque mouth and large patches on her cheeks like May Bell would become the nightmare of all present fighters.

Durrell Landon stood not far off, watching the nearly self-destructive figure in the ring, involuntarily clenching his fists.

It felt like she built a thick wall with all her emotions, love, hate, and grudges, where she stayed inside, and everyone else remained outside.

She wouldn’t step out, and others couldn’t step in.

Or rather, she refused anyone to step in.

She was her own whole world.

Filled with solitude and desolation but could only proceed alone, bravely facing thorny paths.

Quiana Sutton defeated all the fighters in the boxing ring, and the turbulent emotions in her heart finally calmed down a bit.

She ignored the wailing voices, took off her gear, and indifferently turned around to leave.

When she left the boxing ring, dawn began to break in the east, with the first rays of morning light cascading down, half blocked by the eaves in front, leaving the other half shining on her face.

Half in shadow, half in brightness.

She stretched lazily.

In the instant she raised her hand, Durrell Landon, who had been accompanying her all along, unexpectedly saw numerous wounds on the back of her hand, some still seeping blood.

He held it in all night, but finally couldn’t resist.

Approaching directly, he grabbed her hand.

"What’s going on? How did your hand get injured?"

Durrell Landon suddenly appearing before her made Quiana incessantly frozen, unable to recall her hand from his grip.

But soon she realized something:

"You were tailing me?"

Durrell Landon was actually still a bit angry but held it in, his hand unconsciously tightening on her arm, shamelessly admitting:

"So what?"

"You’re injured, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"No need."

These small wounds could be treated at home with some random medication. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Durrell Landon didn’t heed her words entirely, not very gently stuffed her into the car, buckled her seatbelt, and closed the door.

Before he could return to the driver’s seat, she had already unbuckled the seatbelt, ready to get out.

Before she could open the door, the seat transformed to lie flat, she was pushed back consequently, hands easily restrained above her head by him.

"Walking away last night seemed a loss, since you don’t want to go to the hospital, why not make up for it now."

After fighting most of the night, she was already too tired, plus Durrell Landon’s explosive rage, she couldn’t push him away completely.

Might as well give up.

Expressionless, she looked at Durrell Landon and said: "I’m not in the mood right now, or are you going to force yourself?"

Moreover, her face was smeared with a large red pigment, resembling a large birthmark; even her lipstick was heavily applied like a gaping mouth, could Durrell Landon really manage to lay hands on this?

But she was mistaken, Durrell Landon actually bent down to kiss.

Though it couldn’t really be called a kiss, more a slight punishment mingled with roughness.

Originally he supposed so, but the moment he touched her soft lips, a distant nerve with senses sparked wildly.

Almost lost control.

Fortunately, some sense remained.

He was well aware, should anything happen in the car, he could never truly win her heart.

He released her hand, fastened her seatbelt back:

"Sit tight, we’re going to the hospital."