I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 112: Honey Trap

North Star.

Quiana Sutton drank recklessly, yet she couldn’t extinguish the surge in her chest.

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and called Clara Hale:

"How is the investigation going that I asked you to help with? What exactly is the grudge between Nathan Firth and Durrell Landon?"

Clara Hale responded with her usual flirty, languid tone: "Boss, these two are not ordinary people. Their information is heavily encrypted, it’s not so easy to find out."

She paused and continued speaking: "Boss, you shouldn’t waste your stunning beauty. Try enticing Master Landon, maybe you’ll discover the truth."

Before Clara Hale finished, Quiana Sutton hung up the phone.

She collapsed a bit powerless onto the couch in the private room, she despised using charms, hadn’t she herself been lured in by Durrell Landon’s face in the first place?

So much so that she was falling deeper and deeper now...

She really didn’t know who seduced who.

...

"You’re drunk."

In her sleep, she suddenly heard a slightly cool yet very soothing voice, like a poppy flower, clearly knowing it’s a poison but still wanting to get close.

She intoxicatedly nestled against the hand smoothing her face, and unconsciously murmured: "So comfortable..."

Durrell Landon was slightly stunned, when she was awake, she was probably always rational and calm, even in bed, it was the same; it was the first time he heard her use such a lazy and soft tone, like a kitten, he was a bit unaccustomed.

While he was in a daze, she had already placed his hand on her chest, the touch made him involuntarily draw a sharp breath.

Though he had a huge reaction, he was more filled with anger.

Did she know who he was? If another man found her lying in the private room and touched her like this, would she have reacted the same way?

Thinking about this scene, he suddenly had a destructive impulse to annihilate everything.

In an instant, his rationality was obliterated.

He decisively leaned down and kissed her, his dominant and forceful aura invading her lips and teeth, Quiana Sutton felt the air in her chest being slowly emptied, causing her cheeks to turn bright red as she desperately pounded on the man pressing her down.

Durrell Landon saw that she finally reacted and released her lips, stood up, staring at her intently, and asked:

"Do you know who I am?"

Quiana Sutton opened her eyes, still a bit blurry, and her mind couldn’t keep up, she stared at Durrell Landon in front of her and suddenly chuckled a few times:

"You’re so good-looking..."

Durrell Landon: "..."

It seems she still hadn’t realized who he was.

Just as he was about to lower his head, she suddenly wrapped her hands around his neck and spoke with a beaming smile: "You’re so good-looking, why not give in to me?"

No sooner had she spoken than the surrounding air seemed to freeze with the aura emanating from him, dangerous, terrifying.

"Do you know who you are?"

Her chin was lifted, making Quiana Sutton feel uncomfortable, and she struggled slightly,

"I’m Quiana Sutton."

It seems she hasn’t drunk to the point of forgetting herself.

"Then do you know you’re already married?"

She blinked, her memory seemingly still fragmented:

"Seems like it..."

"But I’m about to get a divorce, once divorced, I’ll be free, and there’s no problem having several men."

Just thinking if they really got divorced and she found another man, his reason began to crumble.

It was like a beast was buried in him, fiercely wanting to be released, to devour her, to tear her apart, wanting exclusivity.

No one else was allowed to touch her.

Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her, the heated kiss no longer had the gentle entwining of the past, only leaving mad aggression, possession, and even a hint of bloodthirsty brutality.

She tasted the metallic taste of blood.

"It hurts—"

Actually, when Durrell Landon first kissed her, she was almost sober, she admitted she was pretending, but Durrell Landon’s reaction was a bit too much, and she had to give up pretending to be drunk.

Hearing her tone return to its usual cold and indifferent manner, he knew she was already sober.

Quiana Sutton touched her lips, feeling the burning pain, revealing signs of having the skin slightly broken, she thoughtlessly swung a slap towards that face able to enchant the entire world, he didn’t dodge, and took the slap head-on.

He didn’t stand up, his hands still bracing on either side of her, his eyes wickedly staring at her:

"You’ve hit me more than once."

Quiana Sutton angrily glared at him, not just thinking about slapping him, she could have stabbed him with a knife if she had one.

He would kiss her when he wanted to, neglect her when he wanted, what did he take her for?

She panted heavily, "I even want to slap you again."

Durrell Landon suddenly leaned in, his deep eyes locking onto him, "You can, but you’ll bear the consequences."

Their breaths intermingled, she could see the flames dancing in his eyes, his tensed body exuding muscled power, constantly emitting dangerous signals.

They say women are fickle; she had never seen a man more fickle than Durrell Landon.

She wanted to break free from his hold, but having drunk a bit too much, she couldn’t push him away.

In the end, she simply gave up, diverted her gaze, not really wanting to look at him,

"How long do you plan to press me for?"

Durrell Landon did not release his hold, instead, he bent down and wantonly leaned his entire body on her, speaking with a hint of fatigue:

"If we get divorced, would you really immediately go find someone else?"

She saw the expression on his face, hearing those words brought a tinge of amusement: 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Is a man’s pride that strong? We’d be divorced, expecting me to remain chaste would be excessive, but if you died, I could at least mourn for a year."

Upon hearing her words, Durrell Landon didn’t get angry but laughed, sat up, pinched her chin, his hot breath spraying on her face, causing tingles: "Your swift transition is impressive, have you already chosen someone even before our divorce? Is it Joseph Grant? Or Alexander Skylane? Back in the crew, Joseph was very attentive to you."

He was already displeased watching Joseph Grant shower her with attention day after day.

Quiana Sutton suddenly sneered, her voice gradually turning cold:

"What are you angry about, aren’t we still not divorced, yet there are already rumors about your engagement to Vinny Linnel? Are you allowed to set fire but not allow the common folk to light a lamp?"

Pausing, her voice suddenly increased a few notches:

"Durrell Landon, let me tell you, even if we aren’t divorced yet, if I truly want to cheat, you can’t control it, let alone if we’re divorced, you definitely can’t control it then."

No sooner had she spoken, her lips were sealed again...

Dominant, assertive, controlling, not allowing the slightest refusal.