I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 135: Fire Beneath the Ice

Walking into the building, I unexpectedly met a man. The man paused when he saw Grace Sutton, with a trace of barely noticeable surprise in his eyes:

"I never thought I’d meet you here." After speaking, he glanced at Quiana Sutton, "Is this the artist you’re in charge of now?"

Grace also hadn’t expected to see Owen Xavier in this place, the man who carried all of her youth but cruelly abandoned her, forcing her to admit that her youthful memories, whenever recalled, were a sight of devastation.

Looking at him with great disdain, "You don’t need to worry about my affairs, just take care of your young lady."

After saying that, she directly pulled Quiana away from the corridor, "Cece, let’s go."

Grace was known for her ability to navigate through all situations smoothly, even if the other party had a poor attitude, she would never turn against them easily, especially not with such blatant disgust and disdain.

Quiana was a bit curious about the identity of the man in front of her, so she couldn’t help but take another look. He was clad in designer brands from head to toe, coupled with a decent face that dressed him to the nines; he was almost on par with the young idols of the entertainment circle, and with a bit of intention to flirt, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he could attract lots of girls falling head over heels for him.

Grace was not as calm as she appeared; she directly took Quiana to the bathroom, washed her face several times with cold water, and finally regained some clarity.

Looking at herself in the mirror, drops of water lay on her eyelashes, which fell from the corners of her eyes, making it indistinguishable whether they were water droplets or tears.

Quiana leaned against the door frame and handed Grace a handkerchief.

"Here."

Grace took it to wipe her face, calmed herself: "Aren’t you curious about his identity?"

Quiana slightly lowered her eyelids, "If you want to say it, you’ll naturally say it."

Grace took a deep breath: "He’s my ex-boyfriend." At this, she paused: "We were together through junior high, high school, and college. I originally thought I would definitely marry him, but when he graduated, the daughter of the company’s chairman took a liking to him, and he broke up with me for his future."

Quiana stood next to her, expression unchanged: "Childhood sweethearts sometimes do turn into enemies."

A trace of a bitter smile flickered in Grace’s eyes. Indeed, they were now enemies; every time she recalled her youthful memories, the more she felt that Owen Xavier was too fake, too disgusting.

If he could have honestly admitted his desires, she would have accepted it. Even though he was a scumbag through and through, yet he feigned a deep affection, and even wanted to enjoy the best of both worlds, expecting her to be his lover.

What a daydream.

She gave Quiana heartfelt advice: "Cece, so when you choose a partner, you must discern whether they’re a scumbag, especially someone as beautiful and wealthy as you need even more caution, after all, the word ’scumbag’ doesn’t get written on one’s face."

Quiana awkwardly laughed a few times.

Durrell Landon shouldn’t be a scumbag.

She vaguely spoke, "Sister Su, when he comes to pick me up tonight, you’ll know."

Grace washed her face again, completely regaining her composure, the tumultuous emotions in her eyes completely disappeared, and she spoke calmly:

"Let’s go, it’s not worth spending too much time on a scumbag, today’s task is filming the MV."

...

Her usual image was basically cool and detached, even if she dressed sweetly or behaved obediently, one couldn’t help but feel she was like the moon at the horizon, only to be admired from a distance and not touched.

This time, to match the MV’s styling, she overhauled her usual image, appearing both beautiful and bewitching, like sparks hidden under an iceberg, once reaching the boiling point, would erupt and melt the entire iceberg.

Even Axius Somerville was momentarily stunned seeing her like this.

No one noticed, in the shadows not far away, two people stood.

Simon Storm returned to the Capital City to bring Quiana back to The Church, but now he hesitated.

The bodyguard beside him saw Simon standing still for a long time, momentarily unable to discern his master’s thoughts.

Though his master never spoke of his relationship with that girl, everyone could see his attention to her exceeded everything else.

Don’t be fooled by his gentle exterior, it’s all an illusion; if it really came to action, he could be more ruthless than anyone.

He slightly lowered his head, carefully choosing his words, spoke cautiously:

"Master, are we really not taking Miss Sutton back?"

Simon looked at the vibrant and energetic figure on stage not far away, the unprecedented vitality in her eyes softened his heart involuntarily.

"Forget it... she can do whatever she wants, as long as she’s happy."

"As for Durrell Landon’s situation, if he needs help, assist him secretly."

"I understand."

At the time she needed him most, he couldn’t stand by her side, and now, since she had decided on her happiness, he absolutely wouldn’t let it become fleeting.

...

The MV was shot the entire day, everyone inside focused on Axius and Quiana, and no one noticed when two people left.

The staff on site couldn’t help but gush.

"I don’t know whether to love Axius Somerville or Quiana Sutton."

"Sorry, I’m a scoundrel, I love them both."

The people nearby gave her admiring glances.

...

After the shoot, Quiana was removing her makeup in the dressing room, while Axius stood at the door, eyes half-closed, seemingly having many things to say but kept silent.

Quiana glanced at him indifferently, as he didn’t speak, neither did she.

Until she finished removing makeup and was about to leave, he finally spoke: "Thank you for helping my sister, I’d like to invite you to dinner tonight, are you free?"

She declined lightly: "I’ll pass on dinner."

Moreover, it was her who implicated Joy.

Axius watched Quiana leave, her retreating figure exactly the same as before, a bit aloof as to be almost inhuman, making today’s stage performance seemed just an illusion.

Indeed.

An iceberg is just an iceberg, how could it really melt.

Underground parking lot.

Quiana texted Durrell Landon the time and place; he promised to pick her up. As soon as she arrived at the underground parking lot, she saw Durrell’s car.

Durrell got out of the car and saw a silhouette running towards him, he instinctively caught her.

He probably also didn’t expect there would be a day when she would come to him voluntarily.

"Be careful, what if you fall?"

Grace saw Durrell holding Quiana, his face full of indulgence, her mind felt like fireworks bursting, leaving her brain numb; she even forgot how to speak.

After quite a while, she regained her voice: "Cece... you two..."

"Oh, as you see, he’s my man..."

She still avoided mentioning they were married, fearing it would be too much of a shock for Grace.

Grace automatically understood Quiana’s meaning to be boyfriend.