North Star.
The most bustling yet secretive bar in the Capital City.
Quiana Sutton had just concluded three months of filming and decided to unwind a bit.
At this moment, the television not far from the bar counter was broadcasting live—
"The winner of the 73rd Oscar for Best Actress is—Evelyn Windsor."
In the broadcast, Evelyn Windsor was speaking in flawlessly pronounced English, delivering her thank-you speech.
In closing, she mentioned that she would be returning to the country soon to find the person who has been waiting for her.
The screen was flooded with comments brimming with excitement.
And those around her who witnessed this scene were whispering.
"The person Evelyn mentioned who's been waiting for her must be Durrell Landon, right?"
"These two were childhood sweethearts, and there's truly no one else who matches better than they do for each other."
...
The surrounding conversations trickled into Quiana Sutton's ears, causing her to frown slightly.
With Evelyn Windsor's impending return, Durrell Landon was likely to bring up divorce with her.
She decided to take the initiative before Durrell Landon could say anything.
She picked up her glass and downed a vodka in one gulp, then settled her bill and left.
Evening.
Quiana Sutton returned to the apartment, took a bath, donned her pajamas, and sat motionlessly on the sofa, waiting for Durrell Landon.
In less than an hour, Durrell Landon arrived.
He opened the door and saw Quiana Sutton sitting on the sofa.
She looked vastly different from her usual gentle and delightful self; wearing only a black slip dress, starkly contrasting her fair skin, she looked like the god Bacchus—chaotic yet filled with desire and longing…
He glanced at her indifferently from the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing, and quickly averted his gaze, removing his coat and heading to the bathroom.
Quiana Sutton leaned her right hand on the sofa, seeing Durrell Landon like this, she smiled softly.
Very soon, Durrell Landon finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, his footsteps moving gradually closer.
The man, tall and straight, stepped upon the dark red carpet, and even clad in the most unremarkable sleepwear, he still shone so brightly that no one could tear their gaze away.
No wonder there were always rumors in the entertainment industry that when Durrell Landon smiles, women worldwide swoon over him. It indeed wasn't false, and she was no exception, as if enchanted, she walked towards him, pressing him onto the sofa, straddling him.
He narrowed his eyes, his voice husky as he barely uttered her name: "Quiana!!! What are you doing?"
Quiana Sutton, hearing his voice, slightly lifted her head, smiling softly, she leaned down, her index finger tracing his lips.
"What do you think?"
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...
Afterward, Durrell Landon began dressing slowly, returning to that aloof demeanor, as if the passionate entanglement a moment ago were just an illusion.
She was not surprised at all.
Durrell Landon had always lived a life glowing brilliantly, adored by everyone wherever he went.
At home, he was the most pampered young master. When he wanted to enter the entertainment industry, the president of Civio Holdings even started a new entertainment company just to support him.
Near enough to declaring to the world, "This person is my brother, no one can touch him."
The obvious nepotism angered quite a few people, and many were his anti-fans.
Fortunately, he was quite diligent as well, taking only three years to achieve the grand slam of Best Actor, silencing everyone with his talent.
Life had always been smooth sailing for him, but he stumbled in his first love with Evelyn Windsor.
Evelyn had firmly pursued her dreams abroad, leaving him behind.
At that time, she was participating in a music show called "I Am Crazy for Singing," and he happened to be one of the mentors on that show. After the show ended, he approached her.
In a very gentle voice, he asked if she would marry him.
Back then, she was just a small nobody, while he was already an award-winning actor; she could only think he had gone mad.
Perhaps she was truly mad at the time too because she agreed.
Married for three years, yet no announcement, no wedding, not even an engagement ring.
The only proof of their existence together was just that marriage certificate.
It wasn't until later that she found out he had married someone at random to irk Evelyn Windsor.
He chose her, and she was just the legendary small pawn.
However, Durrell Landon was quite generous to her, this little pawn, at least with his help, she went from an eighteen-line extra to a minor celebrity.
Now that his first love was coming back, she should sensibly retreat.
Thinking of this, she smiled faintly, her warm and gentle voice rang out:
"Let's get a divorce."
The heartless words struck the man's ears, Durrell Landon was momentarily stunned, then soon regained composure, looking at her amusedly: "Just now you were seducing me on the sofa, and now you're saying you want a divorce?"
She tilted her head, her smile radiant, her delicate brows and eyes showing a laid-back and low laughter, "Of course."
Then she reached into the coffee table drawer and pulled out a divorce agreement she had prepared long ago.
The white divorce agreement lay beneath a black pen.
He paused there, unmoved, her current cold and heartless image reflected in his obscure eyes.
At this moment, he only felt a flame burning in his chest.
His gaze was too naked and filled with an intense scrutiny, but she was not vexed, getting up from the sofa, glancing back at him with apparent amusement, "Young Master Durrell, the substitute game is over, it's time to divorce."
"Substitute game?!"
These words almost escaped Durrell Landon's throat, heavily low as though suppressing great anger.
Quiana Sutton pretended not to notice.
Raising the issue of divorce first on her part did indeed hurt this golden boy, but he ought to thank her for giving him closure.
"I've already packed my things, I'll head to a hotel later, won't be keeping you company tonight."
After speaking, she proceeded to the room to grab her luggage.
Durrell Landon felt his throat burning like a fire, needing a big glass of cold water before he could breathe more easily.
His gaze fell on the divorce papers, the signature of 'Quiana Sutton' at the end, exceptionally clear.
As the sound arose once more, Quiana Sutton pushed out a 28-inch suitcase.
Almost everything in this apartment belonged to her—her bags, her jewelry, her clothes—just how much could a 28-inch suitcase hold?
Even when she went out to film, she brought more than this.
He looked at her with slight mockery: "You're leaving with only one suitcase, planning to have me pack and ship the rest?"
Quiana Sutton paused, flicking her long hair back, her eyes exuding endless charm, her gaze holding a laughter others could not comprehend: "All those things were bought according to Evelyn Windsor's taste. Just throw them out; after all, they were bought with your money. If you can't bear to, just donate them."
Her utterly detached manner was like a blaze, at this moment he finally realized one thing—
She wanted to divorce him!