I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 91: Drunk

Suddenly, Isla spoke up, "Do you hate her?"

She hated her!

How could she not hate?!

But what could she do? Now Joseph Grant was yearning for Quiana Sutton, and no matter how much she did, Joseph wouldn’t even glance back at her.

Isla gave a cold smile after looking at the desolate Miranda White.

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After the banquet ended.

Quiana Sutton returned to her room.

Tossing and turning, she couldn’t quite sleep. Durrell Landon had never liked smoking or drinking, he had even been teased by Oliver Gale that he might as well consider becoming a monk.

If Durrell Landon hadn’t married her and harbored a little worldly desire, people might really wonder if something was wrong with him.

He suddenly drank so much today, she guessed he probably wouldn’t be feeling too well.

She couldn’t contain her curiosity to see him and eventually went to his room.

She knocked on the door and softly asked, "Durrell Landon, are you asleep?"

After a while, there was no response from inside.

She guessed he might have already fallen asleep, so she prepared to leave for her room.

Before she could step away, the room door suddenly opened, a scorching presence came over her, she couldn’t even react before she was pulled inside and pressed hard against the wall.

She was startled, instinctively wanting to resist, but upon realizing who it was, she relaxed slightly.

Softly calling his name, "Durrell Landon—"

Durrell Landon seemed to react to her voice. She saw that under the dim light, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, eyes burning like blazing flames.

He spoke word by word, "Quiana... Sutton..."

"It’s me... Are you okay?"

She felt his body was incredibly hot, just a light touch seemed to set even herself ablaze.

Durrell Landon closed his eyes, his heated hand stroked her face, gently brushed over her lips, uttering in a hoarse voice, "I feel terrible."

Feeling his heated breath on her face, Quiana Sutton let out a soft sigh.

"You can’t drink, my uncle poured you some wine, why didn’t you decline?"

"But, that person is your uncle, you care about him deeply."

The tone softly carried hints of grievance.

Quiana Sutton was taken aback; she hadn’t expected that Durrell Landon would refuse to reject her uncle’s wine because of her.

"Silly... Just because he is my uncle, does it mean you should tolerate everything he does?"

A drunken person not only felt heavy but also seemed a tad unreasonable. She exerted great effort to drag Durrell Landon to the bed.

His expression blurred and vulnerable, clutching her hand tightly, refusing to let go, even muttering words she couldn’t quite make out, but she clearly heard—

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Was this love at first sight he spoke of before or after his amnesia?

She thought Durrell Landon was so drunk he barely knew what he was saying. He still had scenes to shoot tomorrow; it would be better to have Oliver Gale bring some hangover medicine.

Upon receiving Quiana Sutton’s call, hearing that Durrell Landon was drunk to the point of incoherence, Oliver Gale was somewhat speechless.

But he still agreed to bring over hangover medicine.

Oliver Gale arrived at the hotel, seeing Durrell Landon lying on the bed seemingly in a state of insensibility from drunkenness, slightly furrowed his brow.

"How many bottles did he drink?"

"2 bottles."

Oliver Gale pondered, only two bottles, Durrell Landon just didn’t like drinking, not lacking the ability to handle alcohol, how could two bottles have such an effect.

Upon seeing Durrell Landon tightly clutching Quiana Sutton’s hand, he raised an eyebrow.

Throwing a bottle of hangover remedy to Quiana Sutton, a knowing smile spread across his face:

"Take good care of him, I won’t disturb you any further."

"Wait..."

Before Oliver Gale could leave, Quiana Sutton hurriedly called out to him.

Oliver Gale turned to look at her, "Hmm???"

"Stay over tonight, please." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Oliver Gale: "???"

Why did he find this request strange?

"You’re capable enough to look after him, rest assured, Durrell won’t go on a drunken rampage."

Finishing his statement, he made a quick escape.

No way, he didn’t dare stay, afraid that once Durrell Landon sobered up, he would find him here causing a nuisance, disrupting his time with his wife.

Oliver Gale’s swift departure left her unable to call him back.

When Oliver Gale left, she gently crouched by his bed, tapped his nose, traced his features again with her fingertips, unknowingly revealing affection.

With a gentle laugh, she spoke, "You’re not some wild beast, why wouldn’t Oliver Gale agree to stay and look after you? Are you always bullying him?"

This was the first time she seriously watched him sleep, even poking his soft cheek, almost unable to let go.

When awake, his eyes held subtle love and hate, even though he never spoke of it, she knew, perhaps deep down he had never truly been happy.

Everyone has their own past, everyone has their own secrets.

And some people’s secrets drag everyone who knows into an irreversible whirlpool.

She feared falling in love with him, perhaps because of his unspoken past.

Because she couldn’t bear the weight of another person.

But now...

Perhaps it was too late...

She lowered her head, kissing him softly.

Just a gentle touch, like a dragonfly skimming water, yet like a stone thrown into the heart of a lake, causing ripples to spread.

Listening to his steady breathing, her own sleepiness gradually set in, eyelids growing heavy, unknowingly she lay by the bedside entering a dream.

After Quiana Sutton slept, Durrell Landon opened his eyes, clear as day, no sign of being drunk.

He sat up, cradled the sleeping Quiana Sutton in his arms, looked down at her quietly, eyes shimmering like swirling whirlpools, captivatingly drowning, impossible to escape.

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The next day.

She was awakened by a flurry of noise.

Instinctively reaching for her phone at the bedside to check the time, instead, she touched a warm sensation.

The person she touched spoke in a good mood, "Good morning."

Hearing the familiar voice, she instinctively withdrew her hand.

Memories quickly returned.

Oh no! She intended to nap briefly yesterday, but ended up falling asleep.

Without doubt, it was Durrell Landon who brought her to bed.

During broad daylight, should someone see her emerging from Durrell Landon’s room, there would be no way to explain it, even with ten mouths.

She quickly turned over and got down from the bed, couldn’t resist a complaint, "You’re sober, why didn’t you send me back? What if someone sees, what do I say?"

Durrell Landon looked at her with a broad smile, "I’m quite looking forward to it."

Quiana Sutton wished she could kick him.

Looking forward to what?

Wasn’t it looking forward to people discovering there was something clandestine between them? Then conveniently announcing to the world they’ve actually been married for three years?