I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 133: Grateful to Have Met You

Serene Ink Garden.

This time Nathan Firth’s fever came on fiercely, burning off and on for several days. At night it seemed to subside, but by morning it would return.

Even the doctors couldn’t figure out the cause.

After lying in bed for several days, Nathan felt his bones had turned to jelly. As he prepared to go out and pour himself a cup of water, he overheard Nova speaking to Lunaria, "Did the lady really get injured? Even at most, you can only tie with the lady. What kind of person could hurt her?"

Lunaria: "I heard Miss Isabelle Somerville was kidnapped, and the lady got injured while saving her."

At this point, he regretfully added, "Recently, Young Master Landon has been taking frequent actions in Capital City to avenge the lady. If the master weren’t burning up like this now, maybe we could take this opportunity to deal with Durrell Landon."

Nova discontentedly looked at Lunaria. In her heart, the master’s health was the most important, and everything else had to take a back seat.

"I’m warning you, don’t mention this to the master and let him recuperate peacefully."

There was a more important reason she didn’t disclose; if the master learned the lady had gotten hurt, he surely wouldn’t stand idly by.

A sudden voice cut in—

"What’s the matter that I shouldn’t be told?"

Upon hearing Nathan Firth’s voice, both Nova and Lunaria were startled, their heads instinctively lowered as they called out "Master."

Nathan sat down on the sofa next to them, displeased, and looked at both Nova and Lunaria: "Explain what’s going on."

Nova was about to speak when Nathan’s sharp gaze shot over, making her freeze and stop speaking.

"Lunaria, you speak."

Lunaria detailed everything he knew about the recent events.

After listening, Nathan’s hand resting casually on the sofa involuntarily tightened, his words almost squeezed through gritted teeth, "Those people truly deserve death."

He then commanded with an irrefutable tone: "Investigate who exactly injured her."

Lunaria slightly furrowed her brow, but what was needed was absolute obedience, so she still responded, "Yes."

Nova looked at Lunaria’s departing figure, biting her lip. As expected, upon hearing news about the lady, the master disregarded his own health.

...

Another three days passed.

Oliver Gale, to atone for his sins, spent these three days diligently taking care of her in the hospital, leaving the task of applying medicine to Durrell Landon.

His only role was to keep her entertained.

"Quiana, try guessing if the cap of my pen is in my left hand or my right hand?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

She looked at Oliver Gale somewhat awkwardly: "Young Master Windsor, for this kind of thing, it’s more suitable for Young Master Haworth to do than you; you’re a bit awkward in doing it."

Oliver Gale: "..."

Wasn’t he trying hard every day to find ways to entertain her? Was it easy?

Seeing Oliver Gale involuntarily puff up his cheeks in anger, she couldn’t help but point to the right hand.

"Here it is."

Oliver Gale slowly opened his palm, revealing the black cap lying in it: "You guessed right."

At this moment, the ward’s door opened, and a light yet slightly cold voice came through:

"You both seem to be having a good time?"

Hearing Durrell Landon’s voice, Oliver Gale stood up from the chair beside and stepped back: "Since you’re here, Durrell, I’ll go first. Remember to apply the medicine to her later."

Durrell Landon settled by her bedside and carefully examined the wound on her wrist, then nodded:

"The wound is almost healed."

Her injury wasn’t severe; in his eyes, it seemed like she’d contracted some terminal illness, though it was merely a slight abrasion. Luckily, she wasn’t prone to scarring, and the wound had healed without leaving a noticeable mark.

"I’ve almost died of boredom in this hospital. Now that my wound is well, can I be discharged?"

She didn’t realize there was a hint of coquettishness in her voice.

Durrell Landon refused without thinking: "No."

She looked at him puzzled: "Why not?"

Lately, his actions had been too bloody; every time he returned, there was an intense smell of blood. The entire Imperial View Manor was shrouded in a oppressive atmosphere, which he didn’t wish to influence her mood.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Your wound hasn’t fully healed yet. The wound can easily become infected; I must wait for it to be completely healed before I can be truly reassured."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

His reasoning was so righteous that she found herself unable to refute.

She softened her body against his embrace, her cheek resting against his, her voice gentler than ever: "Is it really not possible?"

Durrell Landon: "..."

Was this her trap of beauty?

Ordinarily, he would likely fall for it willingly, but now...

He barely managed to suppress himself!

Intentionally diverting his gaze, he refused to look at her: "No."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Was Durrell Landon’s willpower really this strong? She had deliberately tried to sway him, yet he wasn’t taking the bait?

Had she become too disheveled after staying in the hospital for a few days, causing her charm to diminish?

Unwillingly, she looked up at him, her eyes flooding with mist, as if she were being bullied and about to cry any moment.

"Is it really not possible?"

Durrell Landon: "..."

His chest involuntarily heaved dramatically.

It was truly unfair.

Even if you know she’s acting, you willingly fall into the trap she’s laid. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Ultimately, helplessly, he agreed: "Tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll arrange for the discharge."

She thought about it; after all, it was just one more day, so she agreed.

Nestled in Durrell Landon’s embrace, she snuggled closer, with a reliance and assurance she couldn’t comprehend.

"I suddenly feel so fortunate."

Durrell Landon’s large hand ruffled her hair: "Fortunate about what?"

"Fortunate to have met you."

More fortunate that she actually married him at that time.

She had never been an impulsive person, but in this world, there’s always one person who breaks all the principles you’ve held onto.

Durrell Landon kissed her hair several times, "Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life."

He had never hoped for the future, never hoped for his life, but after meeting her, he realized his heart could beat so passionately, that he was alive, that he wasn’t a mere walking corpse.

Simultaneously, jealousy, anger, unwillingness, and a series of emotions that had previously been impossible for him started arising.

Knight Tamworth had told him, since meeting her, he had gradually become unlike himself.

But perhaps love was like that—even if it was poison, he drank it willingly.