I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 78: Are You Afraid of Falling in Love with Me?
Riventon Hospital.
Oliver Gale looked at the woman in front of him with the strange and outlandish makeup, his lips twitching despite himself.
Luckily, Quiana Sutton’s voice was distinctive enough that he recognized her.
Still, he couldn’t help asking, "What were you up to last night?"
Durrell Landon tightly held her injured hand, bringing the back of it up to Oliver Gale’s face:
"She hurt her hand. Help her take care of the wound."
Oliver Gale: "..."
He took a quick look at the wound, unable to resist commenting, "If you’d been five minutes later, this wound might’ve healed on its own."
Predictably, his words were immediately met with a sharp glare.
He quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, I’ll check it for real."
Oliver Gale did a quick check on Quiana Sutton’s wound and asked casually:
"So tell me, Q, how’d you get this cut?"
Quiana Sutton replied with a stoic face, "Accidentally broke some glass at home."
Oliver Gale lifted his brows but didn’t say more.
Even he might not be a match for this girl, so he doubted ordinary glass could scratch her up like this.
But these really were glass cuts.
Just then his phone vibrated. He glanced at it, then handed over some alcohol and ointment to Durrell Landon.
"I’m on a house call. It’s a simple enough wound—take care of it yourself."
With that, he left the office.
After Oliver Gale left, Durrell Landon picked up the tweezers and cotton ball, clearly about to help her disinfect the wound.
She pulled her hand away, refusing him: "I can do it myself."
Durrell Landon just chuckled, his lips curving up with a sort of careless confidence: "You’re my wife. I have usage rights to your body too. Of course I should tend your wound."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
What the fuck did he mean, he has usage rights to her body?
She glared at him for a long moment, finally forcing out one phrase.
"Shameless."
Durrell Landon looked at her face, so close, and laughed again—maybe because of her cute little outburst, maybe because her makeup really was ridiculous.
"Am I wrong, though?"
Quiana Sutton kept her mouth shut this time.
She’d realized that once Durrell Landon decided to be shameless, she really couldn’t compete.
Oliver Gale had just stepped out of his office when he saw Julian Haworth hurrying over, looking excited.
"Oliver, listen, I’ve got some major gossip."
Oliver Gale stuck his hands in his pockets, glanced at Julian with impressive calm:
"What gossip?"
Julian Haworth practically burst with excitement:
"When I came up from the parking garage, I saw Durrell carrying an absurdly ugly woman out of his car."
Oliver Gale just replied calmly, "Oh~", then pointed at his own tightly closed office door. "That ugly chick you’re talking about is still in my office."
Julian’s gossip flame roared higher. From Chloe Cloud to Quiana Sutton, and now this ugly chick—Durrell really had a unique taste.
"Come on, tell me, what’s her name? Where’d she come from?"
Oliver Gale shot him a look, "If you’re so curious, go open the door and ask her yourself..."
Julian Haworth glared back at Oliver Gale, deadpan: "Are you trying to get me killed?"
But even as he said that, his actions were honest—he pressed his ear right up to the door, trying to hear what was being said inside.
After disinfecting her wounds with a cotton ball, Durrell Landon squeezed out some ointment and smoothed it evenly over the cuts.
Once he was done, Durrell pushed the medical kit aside, then raised his hand to stroke her cheek, his touch gentle but his tone icy cold:
"Why would you go to a place like an underground fighting ring?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Quiana Sutton looked him square in the eye: "Bad mood."
"A bad mood means you get to risk your life?"
Even if those people were no match for her, he could still sense that she didn’t care about her own life.
No defense, only pure, violent attack.
Right now, Quiana Sutton was unusually calm—in fact, so calm it came off as cold: "You want to lecture me? Save it, don’t waste your breath."
Durrell Landon cupped her face, frustration thick in his voice: "I just don’t want to see you hurt. It hurts me when you’re hurt."
Those words made Quiana Sutton’s breath catch. "It hurts you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why are you asking? Obviously, because I love you."
Love her?!
The word "love" was far too abstract for her—she froze for a heartbeat, then gave a small laugh.
That laugh was almost a sneer.
"Do you even know me? And you say you love me? You woke up from a car accident with amnesia. We’ve only been together for just over two months. Two months, and you can promise forever?"
Durrell Landon held her face, staring straight into her eyes, and the intensity there gripped her, refusing to let go: "To really fall for someone, you don’t need two months. The first moment I saw you, I knew I’d spend this lifetime in your hands."
The depth of feeling in his eyes was like a tight web—binding her, trapping her, no hope of escape.
She sounded weary as she spoke: "Isn’t it always said that love at first sight is just lust at first sight? Are you sure you love me, not just want to sleep with me?"
"You’re the one who keeps everyone shut out from your world. You won’t let anyone get close—you won’t even let me try."
"Why don’t you give it a chance? Maybe you’ll discover that somewhere out there, someone could love you more than anything."
She had to admit, for just a split second, her heart pounded violently.
It was like, for the first time in forever, she felt a flicker of life.
But like a calm sea suddenly disturbed, it quickly settled down again.
Her voice was a little hoarse:
"Durrell Landon, I once told you not to fall for me, because I’m no good—not good for you at all."
He loved her coldness, but sometimes he hated it too.
"Whether or not you’re good for me isn’t up to you, it’s up to me. I just want to know—could you ever fall in love with me?"
Could she?
There was a moment’s hesitation in Quiana Sutton’s heart, but only for a second—she quickly looked away and said, hard and final:
"No."
"If that’s true, why won’t you look at me? You’re scared. You’re scared you might end up loving me, aren’t you?"
That hit a nerve. Quiana Sutton bristled with anger:
"So what? The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world. You say you love me now, but the second you see my real self, you won’t like me anymore."
She honestly couldn’t imagine why Durrell Landon would even like her.
She lived on the edge, self-indulgent, not exactly mean, but definitely not nice. She was only in showbiz to kill time.
The fact that her alter personality might awaken didn’t surprise her—she knew it was her deepest wish anyway. Destruction, collapse, being at war with the world... After years, that wish had finally taken form. Now she was using the last of her reason and emotion to suppress it—who knew what she’d become in the end?
A dangerous person like her—anyone else would keep their distance, and yet he insisted on getting close.
