I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 102: A Lifelong Unattainable Dream

The idea of selling his shares was simply too shocking. Even after Durrell Landon had left the private room for a long while, Julian Haworth was still stunned.

He saw Oliver Gale swirling his wine glass, his expression still indifferent as always. In a flash of anger, Julian kicked him squarely.

"Oliver, why do you always act like you’re watching a show and never take anything seriously? If we’re truly your brothers, for god’s sake, at least try to stop him."

Oliver stared at the shoe mark on his pants, pressed his lips together, his face growing slightly cold.

"When has objecting to Durrell’s decisions ever made any difference?"

Julian was still fuming: "So are we just supposed to stand by and watch him sell his shares?"

Oliver’s eyes dropped slightly, a trace of unease flickering in his gaze:

"I think he might have completely regained his memory."

Julian didn’t understand: "Didn’t Durrell say he already knew everything ages ago?"

Oliver rolled his eyes at him: "Hearing someone else’s story isn’t the same as living through it yourself, is it?"

No matter how much Durrell had investigated before, it was still like hearing about someone else’s experiences—missing that final touch of raw reality. But once the memories returned and he personally relived everything, the consequences could become unimaginable to them.

Charles Foote agreed with Oliver’s assessment—Durrell Landon had most likely regained his memory; otherwise, he would never consider selling the Landon Family’s shares.

To him, the Landon Family was the root of all his pain, the very culprit who drove him toward ruin.

Julian Haworth frowned, speaking up: "So are we really going to just sit here and watch him sell his shares?"

Oliver: "Maybe, rather than him selling the shares, there’s something else we should be more concerned about."

Julian: "Like what?"

Oliver: "I don’t know, just a gut feeling."

Julian: "You’re always preaching materialism, and yet now you’re talking about gut feelings?"

Oliver said nothing more. It was his first time feeling this way—a sense of foreboding, like a storm was about to break.

...

*

The next day.

Durrell Landon went to the film crew.

Because of him, production had been delayed a bit. He made a formal apology to everyone present.

Whenever he even slightly lowered his stance, who—male or female—could really hold it against him?

Some even turned around to comfort him, telling him not to worry about the schedule and that everyone would work together to catch up.

Quiana Sutton stood not far away, watching Durrell Landon talk to the others. Her eyes, without realizing it, darkened with a shadowy melancholy that wouldn’t dissipate.

She’d waited the whole previous night for his call, but it was like dropping a stone into the sea—no response at all.

She had no idea what was going on.

Even if it was a death sentence, there should at least be a formal pronouncement. But him ignoring her—what the hell did that mean?

After Durrell finished speaking with everyone, he seemed to notice Quiana for the first time.

Step by step, he walked over to her and said quietly, "I heard you went to Yadaga to save me?"

Once upon a time, those eyes of his—clearer than obsidian—had reflected only her, but now, something had changed; her image was gone from their depths.

"Is that all you have to say to me?"

Durrell looked down at her. "Thank you."

She narrowed her eyes at his words, lips curving in a light laugh—elegant beyond compare, but a deep, bottomless darkness lingered in her gaze.

"As long as Young Master Landon made it back safely, that’s all that matters."

...

Now, with Durrell Landon back with the crew, it was time to start shooting the Celestial Palace scenes in the Divine Realm.

The past few days of filming had gone smoothly enough. The main content was Phoenix sneaking into the Divine Realm, by chance saving the female official played by Miranda White. The two became fast friends, and after learning of her feelings for King Michael of the Gods, Phoenix bent the rules for her so she could work in Apexia.

Shooting had been pretty smooth, but everyone present couldn’t shake the sense that something was off, as if there was some kind of conflict between the male and female leads.

Outside of actual takes, the two hadn’t exchanged a single word.

In fact, unless absolutely necessary, they didn’t even meet each other’s eyes.

The weird tension made everyone uneasy—even the director was starting to lose patience.

He decided to shoot scene twenty-seven to try and lighten things up between the two of them.

Scene twenty-seven was mainly about Phoenix accidentally breaking a treasure in Apexia and insisting on offering herself to Lord Sovereign as compensation.

The director spoke with both Quiana and Durrell, and they both said they had no objections.

After the break,

scene twenty-seven began.

As always, Lord Sovereign—Alexander Knight—sat at his desk attending to official business while she cleaned nearby. Even if she wandered within his line of sight, he didn’t spare her a single glance.

She’d been in the Celestial Palace for almost two months now, and had been cleaning Apexia for more than a month. Despite all her effort and humility, she still hadn’t received so much as a single look from him, and she finally snapped, deliberately smashing one of the temple treasures.

At last, with that sound, Lord Sovereign finally looked at her directly.

He didn’t say a word, just stood there coolly, gloomy, unreadable.

According to the script, at this moment she should fling herself at him, cling shamelessly, and beg to offer herself as compensation.

No matter how much resentment she’d accumulated toward Durrell Landon these past days, she remained utterly professional. Without hesitation, she hugged him, even rubbing herself against his chest a couple of times. Her voice was impossibly soft as she said,

"Lord Sovereign, I accidentally broke the treasure. Will you let me make it up to you with myself?"

When she finished, she watched him nervously.

The moment she hugged him, Durrell Landon stiffened, as if he’d forgotten everything else he was supposed to do.

He even seemed to forget that he was acting.

Suddenly, as soon as she touched him, he realized that all the resolve he’d built up these last few days was crumbling to nothing.

He couldn’t help himself—his hand reached out, caressed her face.

"But you are the beautiful dream I’ve spent my life chasing and will never have."

That line wasn’t in the script, but when he spoke it, it felt impossibly right for the moment.

Even more—when he said it, there was a faint sorrow in his voice. The sadness enveloped everyone on set; they all wanted to shout, To hell with everything else—if you love each other, just be together no matter what!

Quiana was momentarily stunned—not only because this wasn’t in the script, so she had no idea how to respond, but also because she could feel that hand on her face trembling ever so slightly.

As she stood frozen, she suddenly felt something soft brush her lips—a fleeting touch, lighter than a dragonfly’s wing but real all the same.

Everyone on set was shocked to the core.

This scene wasn’t supposed to have a kiss, and Durrell Landon had always avoided kissing scenes, using camera angles even when absolutely necessary.

Plenty of actresses had dreamed of kissing him on screen, but it had never happened for any of them.

Today, not only was the kiss unscripted, but Durrell had actually taken the initiative to kiss Quiana Sutton.

Once she regained her senses, Quiana didn’t even think—her hand flew up and slapped him across the face.

How the hell did he have the nerve to kiss her after the cold war these past few days?

!!!

The whole room was so stunned, they couldn’t even speak.