From the moment they met, every word between them was filled with a cold detachment. Durrell Landon was genuinely becoming more curious about why he married this woman in the first place.
"Since you insist on a divorce, then you'll have to help me regain my memory. Otherwise, I won't sign this divorce agreement."
She looked at him with amusement, "I'm not a doctor, how can I help you regain your memory?"
Durrell Landon curled his lips, speaking casually, "Oliver said that having familiar people around can stimulate quicker memory recovery. From today on, you'll live at the Imperial View Manor."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She just wanted a divorce, why was it so complicated?
Moreover, she felt that the amnesiac Durrell Landon had become more domineering than before. Everything he said carried an unexpected authority that others couldn't easily challenge.
She wanted to refuse, but when she remembered Julian Haworth's phrase "You probably haven't been to Imperial View Manor, have you," she had to admit, it bothered her a little.
So, she agreed.
"Alright."
In any case, no matter what, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
Before going to Imperial View Manor, she sent a message to Isabelle Somerville:
[Isabelle, sorry, something came up, I can't accompany you anymore.]
When Isabelle Somerville saw the text, she glanced again at the spread of dishes on the table, puckering her lips in frustration.
Her brother, Axius Somerville, who was sitting opposite her, couldn't resist teasing, "Who made my sister unhappy, do you want your brother to help vent your anger?"
Isabelle snorted coldly, "Brother, you're just an incompetent fool."
Axius Somerville: "???
His sister's thoughts were becoming so difficult to understand...
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As Quiana Sutton saw the Imperial View Manor that Julian Haworth had spoken of, she couldn't help but marvel:
"Samuel Linnel's design is truly extraordinary."
Oliver Gale looked at Quiana Sutton in surprise.
Samuel Linnel had retired many years ago and rarely appeared in public; someone who didn't study architectural design shouldn't know about him.
Quiana Sutton's offhand comment really impressed him.
More importantly, this estate sprawled across nearly three thousand square kilometers. Anyone else would be stunned, but she showed no reaction. It was hard to tell if her acting was that good or if she was truly indifferent, with nothing capable of stirring her emotions.
Upon hearing her words, Durrell Landon's gaze lingered on Quiana Sutton for a moment longer but quickly moved away.
When the butler saw Quiana Sutton following behind Durrell Landon, he was utterly shocked.
The young master had always disliked women entering Imperial View Manor, to the point where there wasn't even a female mosquito in sight.
Suppressing his shock, he cautiously asked, "Young master, who is this lady?"
There was a hint of amusement in Durrell Landon's eyes, "A tool for treatment, you might say."
Butler: "???"
He was full of confusion, but didn't dare to neglect her. After all, it was the young master's first time bringing a woman home. He respectfully approached Quiana Sutton, "What would you like to eat, miss? I'll have the kitchen prepare it."
She listed a few dishes: "Sweet and sour ribs, pickled fish, mapo tofu..."
Durrell Landon frowned slightly upon hearing this. Quiana Sutton found it amusing and quipped, "What? Afraid I'll eat you out of house and home?"
He tossed out a casual, "Whatever you want."
She didn't have the self-awareness of a female celebrity, and he certainly wasn't about to remind her.
Quiana Sutton finished all the dishes she had ordered. Firstly, Durrell Landon's chefs cooked better than five-star chefs. Secondly, she required a lot of energy daily and needed to replenish it. While others might gain weight eating like this, she wouldn't.
Once again, Oliver Gale was shocked by Quiana Sutton. Was she really a woman? She ate more than him, yet didn't gain weight at all. Where she should be thin, she was thin, and where she should have curves, she had curves. She had a perfect figure.
What kind of weirdo had Durrell married?
He was growing increasingly curious about Durrell's wife and made a relatively tactful comment.
"You're the least pretentious woman I've ever met."
Quiana Sutton lazily yawned, casting a sideways glance, "If you want to say I eat a lot, don't beat around the bush."
Oliver Gale was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Quiana Sutton to be so straightforward. After a brief pause, he laughed, finding her highly entertaining and very much to his taste.
"Calling you Ms. Sutton is too formal. Can I call you Quiana?"
She had no objections.
Just as Oliver Gale called out "Quiana," he felt chills down his back. Turning stiffly, he saw Durrell Landon watching him, his dark eyes betraying no emotion.
He subconsciously swallowed.
Don't be fooled by Durrell Landon's gentle surface; only those who truly know him understood how cold-blooded and ruthless he was at heart.
He wasn't sure what Durrell Landon's current thoughts were, so he wisely decided to slip away. But before leaving, he conscientiously reminded the patient:
"Durrell, make sure you get plenty of rest. You just had surgery a few days ago."
Once Oliver Gale left, the living room became quiet. Durrell Landon's unreadable gaze kept scrutinizing Quiana Sutton, making her feel awkward for the first time.
"Don't forget, we're still married, you're still my wife. Don't even think about seducing Oliver," he said.
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Since losing his memory, Durrell Landon had not only become colder but also more sarcastic, as if insinuating she was a flirt. She wouldn't take this lying down.
"Then if you don't want to wear a green hat, hurry up and sign the divorce papers."
Durrell Landon frowned, "Do you have anything else to say besides about the divorce papers?"
"Of course, where will I sleep tonight?"
Quiana Sutton successfully provoked Durrell Landon, who slammed his tea cup down, "You'll sleep in my room."
Quiana Sutton: "???"
"Are you joking? We're about to divorce. Sharing a room is inappropriate, don't you think?"
Durrell Landon cast a sidelong glance at Quiana Sutton, sitting opposite him.
"I told you, you're supposed to stimulate my memory, and to do that, we should live as we did before. Are you denying that we used to share a room?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
They not only shared a room but a bed as well. But thinking about divorcing him, she couldn't bring herself to agree to sleep with him again.
She proposed a condition, "We can share a room, but not a bed."
"Never intended for you to sleep in the bed."
Not letting her sleep in the bed, Quiana Sutton's lips twitched as she suddenly realized something, looking at him incredulously.
"You can't mean you want me to sleep on the couch, right?"
Durrell Landon looked down at her, with an expression saying, "Do you expect me to be humble enough to sleep on the couch instead?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."