I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 83: Jealousy

Violet Foote didn’t know where she got the courage: "Durrell Landon, it’s not my fault; she saw you talking to that Miss Linnel and got angry, that’s why she left."

After saying that, she paused for a moment, then immediately added: "Durrell, Cece saw you talking to other women and turned away, which means she’s jealous. If you find her and comfort her, everything will be fine."

Durrell Landon frowned: "Did she really leave because she was jealous?"

Violet Foote felt her facial expression stiffening. She wasn’t sure why Quiana Sutton decided to leave, but since she had spoken, she might as well stick to it.

Otherwise, Durrell would definitely hold her accountable.

She answered with absolute certainty: "Yes, Durrell, Cece’s jealousy shows that she cares about you. This is a perfect chance to enhance your relationship—go find her. My birthday party doesn’t matter."

Now she hoped Durrell Landon would leave quickly, because if he held grudges for her taking his wife away, a few casual words in front of her father could mean she’d never have peace again.

Durrell Landon looked gentle, but actually, he’s quite vengeful at heart.

Durrell Landon coolly glanced at Violet Foote. "If what you’re saying is true, I won’t mind you taking her from me. But if it’s false..."

Violet Foote: "..."

Brother! Help her!

Durrell Landon didn’t argue with Violet Foote for long. He called Quiana Sutton again, but she hung up immediately. When he tried again, the phone was off.

The autumn night was full of chill.

And Durrell Landon’s face was even colder to touch.

Violet Foote silently stepped back a few paces.

He returned to the car, about to drive to find her, but then he saw she was sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t hesitate; he gathered her into his arms and looked down at her: "Why didn’t you answer my calls? You left suddenly; do you know how worried I was?"

Quiana Sutton was held by him and didn’t move. She looked at him quietly and spoke: "I simply didn’t want to answer your call."

Durrell Landon was pricked by her distant, indifferent gaze and was momentarily stunned. Panic rose in his heart, fearing that her words from the morning agreeing to be with him were just a dream.

Durrell Landon tightly grasped her arm, as if this could ensure he could hold onto her forever: "Why didn’t you want to answer my call?"

She lowered her eyes and spoke lightly: "I’m not someone who likes to tear apart love rivals."

His grip tightened slightly, helplessly: "What love rival? I’ve only liked you all along."

Quiana Sutton raised her eyelids and spoke blandly: "Didn’t you say you liked Evelyn Windsor before?"

Durrell Landon: "..."

He was momentarily unsure how to explain. He felt fortunate for his car accident at that moment.

"I’ve forgotten some things from the past. I only remember the present. The person I love now is you and only you."

Perhaps it was a woman’s intuition; she sensed Vinny Linnel and Durrell Landon seemed acquainted from before.

Even Vinny Linnel looked at Durrell Landon with admiration and affection.

But she didn’t want to know how these two knew each other.

She looked at him and spoke earnestly:

"Durrell Landon, I believe you love me now. But if one day you don’t like me anymore, you must let me know clearly, and I’ll let go to fulfill you."

Quiana Sutton’s words successfully changed Durrell Landon’s expression. He grasped her chin, his fingers unconsciously tightening, his gaze growing cold: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Quiana Sutton, if you liked me even half as much as I like you, you couldn’t calmly say such words to me."

She had promised to try being with him, but she couldn’t instantly love him deeply.

She looked at his jawline, hardened by anger, knowing if she spoke, he’d be even angrier, but she still did:

"Do you regret it? If you do, we can cancel the bet."

As soon as she finished, he spoke with a firmness he never had before:

"Dream on! Even if you never love me, I won’t let go of your hand in this lifetime."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her. In the kiss, she could feel a trace of his anxiety and restlessness.

Even a hint of humility.

She felt shocked by such thoughts.

How could the beloved and prestigious heir of the Landon Family love someone so humbly?

Suddenly, she felt slightly uncomfortable.

The whole person felt soaked in warm wine, with wounds exposed and stung by alcohol’s throbbing pain.

She didn’t hesitate much and reached out to hug his neck, beginning to respond to his kiss.

Their breaths quickly merged, clinging and melting into each other.

Until both couldn’t breathe, Durrell Landon finally let her go, but still held her in his arms.

She adjusted her position, resting her head on his shoulder, speaking weakly:

"Durrell Landon, you say you’ll never let go of my hand in this lifetime; you’d better keep your word."

After saying that, she unconsciously clutched his collar.

Actually, she’s really afraid of the despair of having but losing.

Durrell Landon tightened his embrace, wanting to prove her once again.

After a long time, Quiana Sutton finally spoke: "Let’s go back to Imperial View Manor."

He agreed: "Okay."

...

In Serene Ink Garden.

The room was filled with dark fragrance, but the overly gloomy, eerie atmosphere lost its appeal.

Nathan Firth was still painting.

His paintings usually have a black tone, but today he used a white tone for the first time.

Northmount carefully walked in, glancing at his painting with the corner of his eye, unsure of his master’s mood, cautiously speaking:

"Master, it’s reported that Miss Linnel secretly arrived in Capital City."

Hearing this, the hand holding the paintbrush paused. He asked lightly: "Why did she come?"

Northmount lowered his head further: "Subordinate doesn’t know, only knows she attended Violet Foote’s birthday party."

Nathan Firth’s hand didn’t stop: "Investigate why she came. In any case, don’t let her interfere with our plans."

"Yes."

After Northmount left, the room returned to silence.

He even heard a gentle pattering sound.

He set down the brush and opened the window, realizing it was raining outside.

He instinctively caught a few raindrops, suddenly remembering that Quiana Sutton also liked this kind of innocent yet melancholic act.

When did it begin, that every meeting between the two became so hostile, wishing to fight to the end?

He suddenly found he’d forgotten when they began to part ways.

He stood there without moving, even as the heavy rain soaked his clothes, he didn’t notice.

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