Quiana Sutton lay in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep. She turned to look at Durrell Landon lying beside her and couldn’t help but ask, "Durrell, do you like children?"
Durrell, who originally had his eyes closed tightly, slowly opened them upon hearing the question, his voice carrying an inexplicable emotion: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
She closed her eyes and her voice softened: "Nothing, I was just curious and asked casually. If you don’t want to answer, then forget it."
After saying this, she closed her eyes as if preparing to sleep, while Durrell’s sleepiness vanished, his eyes were wide awake.
He slightly propped himself up, his gaze falling on Quiana, scrutinizing her carefully. She couldn’t possibly ask such abrupt questions for no reason, and Durrell felt the need to investigate who she had t today.
...
The next day.
When Quiana awoke, she instinctively felt around the spot beside her, finding it empty long ago, even the warmth in the bedding had dissipated.
She frowned slightly. Had Durrell left the house early in the morning?
When the butler saw Quiana co downstairs after getting up, he hurried up to her and asked, "Madam, is there anything special you’d like for breakfast?"
Quiana replied, "The usual will be fine."
After breakfast, she returned to her room and, after thinking it over, decided to call Clara Hale.
"I need a favor."
Clara spoke bitterly, "Boss, I’m busy checking on the relationship between Durrell and Nathan Firth."
"First, investigate sothing more important."
Clara’s interest piqued instantly, "Boss, what do you want to look into?"
"Help check into the relationship between Vinny Linnel and Durrell."
Clara: "..."
He thought it was sothing so important, does the boss want to know if Master Landon is cheating?
"Boss, why don’t you investigate yourself?"
Quiana replied coolly, "I’m afraid if I really find sothing, I’ll accidentally smash the computer, and that would be a huge loss."
Clara: "..."
Being a sowhat miserable subordinate, he could only resign himself to start investigating.
What he didn’t expect was to co across a very interesting video, which he quickly sent to Quiana, and also followed up with a call: "Boss, I just sent you a video, you’ll find it very interesting."
Quiana didn’t think much of it and directly clicked on the video, not expecting the content to be quite so provocative.
She imdiately clicked the X button, though she hadn’t watched much, what she saw was quite clear.
The main characters in the video were Vinny Linnel and a waiter at Between Clouds and Waters.
At that ti, Durrell had slashed his arm and was bleeding all the way, soone was curious as to what had happened inside the private room and secretly turned on a phone’s recording function, not expecting to catch such a scene.
Clara felt no sha at all and even comnted after watching:
"Boss, this Miss Linnel’s figure is quite diocre, if she cut her hair short, I could call her bro. As for the waiter, even though he looks tall and strong, it’s surprising that when he took off his pants, there’s just that little bit."
Quiana: "..."
Finally, unable to bear it, she said: "Stop being lewd."
Clara chuckled, "Boss, should we sell the video? How about a fifty-fifty split?"
Quiana: "..."
Massaging her temples with slight headache: "If you’re not afraid of the Linnel Family hunting you down, you can try."
Clara slightly wilted, considering his own life more important.
His tone turned slightly serious, "Boss, what do you plan to do with this video?"
"Keep it for now; it might co in handy one day."
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, the tension in her eyebrows and eyes quietly relaxed.
Was Vinny trying to make Durrell unwittingly beco a dad?
If she dared to forcibly pin the child on Durrell, Quiana didn’t mind releasing the video.
anwhile, Charles Foote also discovered that Vinny had t with Quiana, and he also found out one more thing, that Vinny was pregnant.
As he looked at the hospital report, a sly smile appeared on his face:
"I think she wants you to acknowledge the child, after all, the Linnel Family wouldn’t accept a waiter’s child."
Durrell stood in front of the window; it was a gloomy day, and the strong wind was tousling his hair, giving him a gloomy expression: "Do I look like a saint?"
The matter of her drugging him hadn’t been settled yet, and now she’s run to Quiana to slander him, saying this child is his.
He could almost guess what Vinny had said.
Judging from Quiana’s attitude, she probably held a suspicious stance too; otherwise, given her nature, she wouldn’t have paid him any attention by now.
He needed to properly explain to her that he could never touch Vinny, much less have a child with her.
...
Night.
Durrell returned to Imperial View Manor and back to his room, finding no sign of Quiana, but instead, the sound of water trickling ca from the bathroom.
The bathroom’s glass door was frosted; even though it was not transparent, the scene inside was still very enticing.
He took off his coat and entered the bathroom without much thought.
Upon hearing the door open, she instinctively turned around.
Durrell had been coming ho late recently, and there was never a servant in the master bedroom at night, so she hadn’t locked the door, never expecting anyone to co in.
She shouted sternly: "Who!"
The steam in the bathroom had created a gauzy effect, and in the mist, she managed to glimpse the outline of the man’s body before she was seized by the waist and pressed against the cold wall behind her.
Hotter than the shower, a kiss attacked her lips again, while a husky, sexy voice rolled out from the man’s throat:
"This is punishnt! Punishnt for doubting !"
The temperature in the bathroom was already high, and compounded with the man’s intentional hint of punishnt, it left her a little breathless.
Her voice wasn’t as chilly as usual, carrying a more coquettish tone.
"Durrell! Don’t go too far."
Durrell bit her lips, his low laughter filled with dark danger, "I said, it’s punishnt!"
"Punishnt needs a reason."
Actually, she was a bit annoyed at this point. She just wanted to take a shower, and Durrell had barged in and started saying things that made no sense.
Claiming it was punishnt, was it actually because he wanted to do sothing in the bathroom?
Durrell looked at her sowhat rcilessly, ignoring her resisting hands.
He pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and continued kissing her.
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