I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 134: Clinging to a Powerful Patron

The next day.

Durrell Landon completed the discharge procedures and brought Grace Sutton back to Imperial View Manor.

Recently, the oppressive atmosphere at Imperial View Manor was unbearable; if it weren’t for the wages being far above average, the employees would’ve long considered quitting.

After all, life is more important than money.

Now seeing Quiana Sutton finally return, all the staff were moved to tears, eagerly awaiting the end of such gloomy days.

Quiana Sutton looked at Durrell Landon with suspicion: "Why are they looking at me like I’m the savior?"

Durrell Landon replied earnestly, playing along: "They’ve been having a hard time lately and hope you can help raise their salaries."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

What rumors has Durrell Landon been spreading at Imperial View Manor? Is he truly ready to give it to her?

She cleared her throat: "You decide."

After she went back to her room, Durrell Landon called the housekeeper, "Give them triple salaries this month."

The housekeeper instinctively glanced at Quiana Sutton’s figure; the moment she returned, the master decided to raise everyone’s wages, showing her importance in his eyes. He must cling to her favor.

Quiana Sutton just returned to her room, having finished showering, when she received a call from Grace Sutton. Grace Sutton had gone to the hospital to find her but was told she’d already been discharged.

Usually mild-tempered, it was the first time Grace Sutton lost her temper at Quiana Sutton: "Cece, it’s one thing for you to not tell me how you got injured, but now you didn’t even inform me about being discharged? Do you still consider me your agent or what?"

Quiana Sutton quickly explained: "I’m sorry, I just got home myself and haven’t had time to message you."

Grace Sutton took a breath, "So you’re completely healed now?"

"Yes."

"Since you’re healed, get back to work tomorrow. You left me tasks after shooting the film, but once it finished, you were injured and in the hospital, do you remember how many tasks you owe?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

So heartless; she just recovered from her injuries, need she be exploited like this?

Suddenly, she thought of lying in the hospital for a few more days.

...

Nighttime.

Quiana Sutton stood on the balcony after her shower, soaking up the breeze.

With autumn deepening, after only a short while she felt damp all over, the night wind chilling her.

"The wind is strong outside, why not wear another layer?"

Before the words settled, a thick coat was draped over her, and in the next moment, she found herself embraced by Durrell Landon.

Even through the clothing, she could feel the scorching heat emanating from him, making her inexplicably flustered.

She took a breath and said, "Tomorrow, I’m going to shoot an MV with Axius Somerville."

At the mention of this name, Durrell Landon felt breathless, only speaking after a long pause: "The one known as the national idol?"

Quiana Sutton couldn’t help but laugh, "I smell a strong scent of jealousy. Did the kitchen spill the vinegar?"

Before she finished speaking, her lips were sealed.

Durrell Landon initially intended just to shut her up, but upon touching her soft lips, the nerves and senses, which had been dulled by gore recently, suddenly reignited.

A tingling current surged through his entire bone marrow, instinctively deepening the kiss and pushing her onto the hammock on the balcony.

The passionate kissing ignited a fiery and ambiguous atmosphere amidst the cool, quiet balcony night.

Quiana Sutton felt a slight difficulty in breathing.

As time went on, it seemed he was no longer satisfied with just kissing and paused to look at her longingly:

"I want..."

Without thinking, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

...

...

After it was over, she was too exhausted to move, knowing Durrell Landon would take care of everything.

Durrell Landon carried her to the bathroom for a shower and even dried her hair afterward.

She drifted to sleep, half-conscious.

Suddenly, the smell of smoke roused her, and she opened her eyes, spotting the glow of fire on the balcony.

Durrell Landon was smoking on the balcony.

She frowned, draped a coat over herself, and walked over,

"You never used to smoke before, did something happen?"

Seeing her approach, he quickly extinguished the cigarette: "Did I wake you?"

She shook her head.

"You’ve been feeling troubled lately?"

Durrell Landon reassured her: "Nothing, just couldn’t sleep. You have an MV to shoot tomorrow, rest early."

"Or if you don’t want to sleep, shall we go another round?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

How does he manage to change the topic this quickly?

Seeing her dazed where she stood, Durrell Landon prepared to carry her back to bed. With his touch, she snapped back to reality.

While another round wouldn’t be unbearable, it would surely impact the MV shooting the next day. She hurriedly went back to the room, jumped into bed, and covered herself up.

"I’m tired, need to sleep."

Durrell felt slightly displeased by her escape from his touch, but seeing her childlike actions turned any frustration into indulgent amusement.

...

The next day.

At Twin Peaks Tower.

When Quiana Sutton arrived, Grace Sutton was already waiting.

Today, Quiana Sutton wore a very loose sweater. As Grace Sutton leaned closer, she noticed some marks on Quiana Sutton’s neck, frowning slightly: "Cece, what’s on your neck?"

Quiana Sutton instinctively covered her neck, grinning awkwardly, "Probably mosquito bites."

Grace Sutton exposed her mercilessly: "It’s deep autumn already; how could there be mosquitoes?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

She felt a bit annoyed.

Despite asking him to be gentler yesterday, marks were still left behind; she’s definitely ignoring him for three days.

Grace Sutton’s demeanor grew serious: "Cece, are you in a relationship?"

If she revealed to Grace Sutton that she was married, would Grace Sutton explode?

Seeing Quiana Sutton’s silence, Grace Sutton persisted in advising, "Cece, although times have changed and artists can date, you’re still in the early stages of your career upsurge; don’t let romance affect your acting career."

More importantly, she didn’t know who this man was. There were countless artists whose careers were ruined by their partners.

Past examples suffice to warn.

Nevertheless, she decided to first meet Cece’s partner.

"Cece, while I don’t oppose you dating, I need to know your partner’s identity. Is he an insider or outsider?"

Knowing his identity at least ensures quick response in case of conflict.

"Since Su Sister wants to know his identity so much, I’ll let him pick me up after the MV shoot."

"Alright then..."