I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 143 - 142: Travel

As soon as Nathan Firth got on the plane, Charlotte Sutton rushed over. Seeing his grim expression, she felt very worried, "Brother Nathan, are you hurt?"

Nathan Firth pushed her away and spoke coldly, "I’m fine. Also, you’re too noisy."

Charlotte Sutton was momentarily speechless.

She pouted, feeling quite unwilling.

Just then, Elder Sutton also boarded the plane. Seeing her unhappy face, he comforted her with a few words: "Alright, alright. He’s just troubled at the moment; don’t blame him."

Seeing the elder, she immediately put on a smile, "Grandpa, I won’t blame him. I just missed you."

The elder laughed, "You always have a sweet tongue."

On the way back, Nathan Firth didn’t say a word, just stared at the clouds outside the plane window.

The turbulent sea of clouds matched his mood at that moment.

...

Imperial View Manor.

Charles Foote, Julian Haworth, and Oliver Gale came along together, and Durrell Landon didn’t stop them.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Oliver Gale’s face carried a range of smiles. Upon arriving at Imperial View Manor, he cheerfully told the butler, "Prepare more food for dinner; we’re all freeloading here today."

The butler instinctively glanced at Durrell Landon, who nodded, and the butler immediately went to prepare.

Oliver Gale found himself a seat, glanced at Quiana Sutton being protected by Durrell Landon, and chuckled softly:

"I’m really surprised that you turned out to be the eldest daughter of the Sutton family; no wonder you could know Alexander Skylane."

Quiana Sutton’s expression remained unchanged, "I’m more surprised about you, Young Master Windsor. You’re even ranked on the Heavenly List; I wonder where Young Master Foote ranks?"

Oliver Gale’s lips maintained their usual curve: "I just benefited from someone; my ranking is low, at the very bottom."

Quiana Sutton’s lips pressed into a slight curve, and she said no more. Even ranking at the bottom is quite terrifying.

Julian Haworth, who had been silent, timidly asked:

"By the way, what is the Heavenly Domain?"

Charles Foote glanced at Julian Haworth and explained calmly:

"A small country not found on the world map, this country is basically governed by the organization known as the Heavenly Domain. Of course, joining this organization requires certain conditions.

Every family has matters that are inconvenient to handle personally. When things can’t be conveniently handled, they’ll ask the Heavenly Domain for help, as this organization practically has no bottom line."

Julian Haworth: "..."

After Charles Foote finished speaking, in Julian Haworth’s eyes, Oliver Gale became someone incredibly vicious.

Oliver Gale looked exasperatedly at Julian Haworth, "Alright, let’s not talk about me; I’m not today’s main character."

After saying this, he glanced at Durrell Landon, still curious as he asked:

"Elder White said Nathan Firth and you are both his grandsons; what’s the relationship between you and Nathan Firth?"

Durrell Landon sat gracefully opposite Oliver Gale, casually resting his hand on the couch, speaking quite nonchalantly:

"He’s my half-brother from the same mother."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Julian Haworth choked on his own saliva, it was indeed true, and for the first time, he wished his guess wasn’t so accurate.

Oliver Gale was slightly surprised but not as much as Julian Haworth.

Although Nathan Firth is Durrell Landon’s half-brother, he guessed that Durrell Landon probably had no feelings for this so-called brother.

Even if there were no feelings, if that so-called brother truly died at the hands of the older brother, it wouldn’t be good for Durrell Landon.

His gaze landed on Quiana Sutton; he was genuinely curious. Did she stop Landon from killing Nathan because she knew Nathan was his brother, or was it simply because she couldn’t bear to let Nathan die?

But that was an emotional issue between Durrell Landon and her, not something for him to ask.

He, Charles Foote, and Julian Haworth left Imperial View Manor after dinner.

After they left, Durrell Landon instructed the servants to leave early and said that without his instructions, no one was allowed to leave their rooms privately.

Today, Durrell Landon protected her in many ways; he even contradicted her grandfather for her, but she could also see that there was still a trace of anger hidden within him.

Even up to now, he hadn’t said a word.

Durrell Landon went back to his room to take a shower. After showering, he saw her sitting motionlessly on the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves:

"What are you thinking about?"

She glanced at the dripping wet ends of Durrell Landon’s hair and softly spoke, "Are you still a bit upset that I defended Nathan Firth today?"

He responded almost reflexively, "I’m not."

Perhaps because the answer came a bit too quickly, it seemed rather deliberate.

After a few seconds, he walked over to sit beside Quiana Sutton, his fingers lifting her chin, gently and slowly caressing,

"Did you really once have feelings for Nathan Firth?"

She looked at him silently; she didn’t want to lie to him.

"Yes."

She could feel the grip on her chin tightening, and she continued:

"Didn’t you once like Evelyn Windsor?"

"No, I never liked her."

"Liar, everyone in the Capital City knew you liked her."

He never explained anything when doing things, nor did he bother to, but in front of her, all his persistence and principles would turn into nothingness:

"That was because back in school, too many girls liked me, and I was annoyed. Just then Evelyn Windsor met my grandfather’s standards and had the scheming and means, so I gave her some privileges. It proved later that I indeed had much more peace, and my grandfather trusted me much more."

She froze for a moment.

Can a person’s deep feelings also be acted out?

Durrell Landon saw her unusual reaction and knew she was overthinking it.

This was also why he had been reluctant to tell her; he would rather let her think he was emotionally unfaithful than let her think he was a conniving and cunning guy.

"Indeed, I’m not a good person, but my love for you has never changed from the start."

He probably spent three years getting to know her, to test her boundaries. After recovering his memory from the car accident, he dominated over and kept her by his side, above the limits she set.

He had never been so attentive to anyone else.

She chuckled lightly, "I believe you."

Marrying her was definitely not a wise choice, but he did it anyway, even considering her thoughts everywhere and defending her after learning her identity at the cost of clashing with her grandfather.

Everything he did was for her.

She gently leaned on his shoulder:

"Actually, I think my feelings back then were not about liking, but more about sympathy, compassion, and perhaps a bit of shared misery, thinking maybe he could understand my pain. But it turns out I was wrong. But now I finally know he was long twisted by hatred."

Durrell Landon remained silent for a while, and she couldn’t fathom his thoughts. Suddenly, he spoke:

"Let’s go on a trip; fortunately, we both have time right now."

Her eyes widened, "But there are still a lot of unresolved things, and you want to go on a trip?"

"These matters can’t be resolved in a short period. It’s better to create some memories first; consider it a honeymoon."

Quiana Sutton: "..."