I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 84: Misunderstood

Three days later.

Quiana Sutton sat on the sofa, unable to fathom why Durrell Landon could be so clingy yet domineering.

At this moment, Charles Foote had gone out to see him for business, and she could finally catch her breath.

She hadn’t even had time to drink a sip of water when she received Simon Storm’s call.

He said he had come to Capital City and wanted to meet her.

She thought for a moment and mentioned an address.

Between Clouds and Waters.

Simon Storm sat across from her, carefully observing her, somewhat surprised. Compared to the last time they met, the deep-rooted coldness in her eyes had faded somewhat, and there was even a slight, almost imperceptible hint of a smile.

In this state, it was hard to imagine her alternate personality appearing.

But he trusted Ian Donovan’s judgment.

He spoke slowly, his tone warm: "Cece, come back to the Storm Estate with me, the past won’t repeat itself."

And even if it did happen, he could still protect her.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Quiana’s face began to fade slowly. Truth be told, in the two years after her father and brother’s passing, Simon Storm had brought her back to the Storm Estate once.

As an adopted son of the Storm family, Simon naturally had his share of dissenters. Now, bringing back a burden like her, they wouldn’t dare confront her directly in front of Simon but would certainly resort to underhanded tactics.

She recalls that there was a girl about her age, sent by Simon to take care of her. Once, when several members of The Church tried to harm her while her uncle was away, that girl was humiliated for protecting her.

Witnessing this scene back then, her anger burned through her reason, she didn’t know what exactly happened but when she regained her senses, half of The Church was destroyed, and those few people were dead with their necks twisted.

Aside from them, many other passersby were injured or killed to varying degrees.

Her grandfather didn’t want The Church’s century-old foundation to be destroyed by her, so he forcibly had Simon send her back to the Sutton Estate.

She had wreaked havoc on The Church, weakening them enough for other forces to take advantage, and The Church even fell apart, so much so that her grandfather didn’t want to bother with her anymore.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that if she really went to the Storm Estate, her grandfather would probably kick her out.

Licking her lips, her eyes dulled a bit: "Uncle, I’m doing well in Capital City, besides, are you sure grandfather wants to see me?"

Simon Storm understood the underlying reasons, but times were different. He now controlled all of The Church and was confident in protecting her.

"Cece, I promise, the past won’t repeat itself, come back with me."

She might have agreed with Simon in the past, but now she was used to curling up within her hardened shell, only Durrell Landon had attempted to break it, letting the sunshine in.

Now she had her reason not to go back.

"Uncle, I’m sorry, I can’t agree to that."

Simon Storm looked at her, knowing she was always tenacious and not easily swayed.

"Fine, let’s discuss it later, let’s eat first."

...

Underground parking lot.

Before Quiana Sutton could leave, Simon Storm stopped her.

"Cece, wait!"

Quiana turned around to look at him.

"Cece, I will be staying in Capital City for a while."

During dinner, she had clearly expressed her unwillingness to return to the Storm Estate with him, yet even if she didn’t want to, he needed to ensure that her alternate personality wouldn’t appear temporarily.

For a moment, she felt Capital City was indeed a hotspot, with so many big shots gathered here.

"Shall I help you find a place, uncle?"

"No need, I have already bought a villa."

Quiana: "..."

At that moment, Durrell Landon and Charles Foote also arrived at the underground parking lot, and they immediately saw Quiana and a man pulling and tugging at each other.

The scene appeared somewhat scandalous.

Seeing Durrell Landon’s expression plummet to freezing point, Charles Foote watched him stride towards them and directly push Simon Storm away.

His eyes carried a chill as he looked at Simon: "What are you two doing?"

Caught off guard, Simon Storm couldn’t evade, and coupled with Durrell’s forceful shove, he staggered a few steps backward before barely managing to stand.

Startled, Quiana hurried to support Simon, glaring angrily at Durrell:

"Durrell Landon, what are you doing? That’s my uncle!"

Durrell, suspicious, glanced at Quiana, seemingly unable to believe it: "Uncle?!"

After stabilizing himself, Simon Storm glanced at Durrell, then at Quiana, his expression turning serious.

"Cece, what’s going on between you two?"

Quiana was momentarily embarrassed, unsure how to explain. After thinking it over, she decided to be honest.

"He’s my husband."

For the first time, shock appeared on Simon Storm’s always-gentle face:

"Husband? You actually hid such an important matter from me?"

"Well... it’s a bit complicated to explain..."

Simon Storm’s face darkened: "Cece, I don’t care what your relationship with him is, or how you married. You should come back with me today."

"No way! She’s my wife, she must stay by my side." Durrell Landon had snapped out of his shock, speaking calmly but with a hint of hidden menace.

Looking at Durrell standing before him, Simon felt a peculiar sensation in his heart.

Intuition told him the man before him was dangerous.

Suddenly, clutching his chest, Simon’s face turned pale, and Quiana panicked:

"Uncle, are you okay?"

With difficulty, Simon managed a glance up at Quiana,

"I’m fine! Just an old ailment acting up."

In the moment, Quiana could only focus on him, hurriedly saying:

"Uncle, let me take you to the hospital."

"Alright."

Throughout, it seemed Quiana had forgotten Durrell’s presence, leaving him with a cold demeanor.

Sometimes, unconscious neglect wounds deeper than intentional disregard.

For a moment, he felt the urge to destroy.

After getting Simon into the car, Quiana returned, even giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I’m sorry, I have to escort uncle to the hospital first."

Miraculously, the anger rising within him didn’t have time to swell before it extinguished.

"Make sure to come back early."

He said it with a touch of grievance and accusation.

Quiana couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, kissing him on the corner of his lips again.

"Wait for me at the Imperial View Manor."

After Quiana left with Simon, Charles Foote, who had remained silent, finally spoke, his expression slightly cryptic.

"Durrell, do you know who that person just was?"

"Who?"

"If I’m not mistaken, he is Simon Storm, the Pope of The Church."

Simon Storm was actually Quiana’s uncle?

If that’s the case, her background might be quite complicated.

Durrell Landon didn’t care at all: "No matter who she is, Quiana is Quiana, and that will never change."

Charles Foote: "..."