Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Evelyn Windsor walked into the main house, looking lost. Elder Landon was very satisfied to see the love and deep loss in her eyes, and with a smile, he beckoned her over: "Chloe, co here quickly, let Grandpa Landon take a look at you. Have you beco even more beautiful over the years?"
Evelyn Windsor forced herself to pull together and walked over, reluctantly calling out: "Grandpa Landon."
The old man curled his lips, his face full of an inscrutable smile: "Chloe, Durrell had a car accident, and the culprit hasn’t been found yet. It’s only natural that he’s not in a good mood, so try not to take it too much to heart."
She forced a slight curve onto her lips.
"Grandpa Landon, I’m not angry with him, I’m just mad at myself."
She couldn’t help but wonder whether leaving without a word back then was right or wrong.
The old man cleared his throat, dropping a hint: "I heard that in your circle, it’s not uncommon for feelings to develop because of acting together?"
Evelyn Windsor imdiately understood.
If they could work on the sa film, they would have plenty of ti to spend together.
By then, she would be able to explain properly.
Thinking of this, the gloom and worry in her eyes faded quite a bit.
Noon.
Zeke Landon returned to the old house, worried that Durrell might have an argunt with Grandpa, he rushed back right after his eting, only to find that Durrell wasn’t there at all, only Evelyn Windsor talking and joking with the old man.
Seeing this scene before him, Zeke Landon’s expression darkened a bit.
His Grandpa had deceived him, hadn’t he said they’d just simply ask about Durrell’s injuries? Why did Evelyn Windsor have to co over?
Even though he was displeased, he did not show it at all, only stepping forward to call out: "Grandpa..."
The old man, upon seeing Zeke, appeared to be in a very good mood, with a faint smile on his lips:
"Zeke, you ca at the right ti, I recall Skylane Estate sent an invitation to a banquet, didn’t they?"
Zeke Landon slightly frowned, but still nodded.
"Yes."
As his words fell, the old man cleared his throat: "Then let Durrell go."
After saying this, he cast a aningful glance at Evelyn Windsor.
Evelyn Windsor understood the old man’s implication; the Windsor Estate had also received an invitation from Skylane Estate.
If Durrell and she appeared at Skylane Estate’s banquet at the sa ti, it would be a long-lost reunion scene that made her heart race just thinking about it.
Zeke Landon’s deep eyes roved between the old man and Evelyn Windsor, his obsidian eyes swirling like a vortex, but his expression remained unchanged, responding simply with: "Alright."
He then gracefully turned away and left.
The old man did not stop him.
...
Durrell Landon returned to Imperial View Manor, only to find that Quiana Sutton was still nowhere to be seen within the manor, and the servants had no idea where she had gone.
Everyone envied the splendor and extraordinary nature of Imperial View Manor, but to him, it was nothing more than a beautiful golden cage trapping him.
Previously, he didn’t feel much, but now, hearing that Quiana Sutton wasn’t around, he surprisingly felt a bit cold and lonely.
For the first ti, he instructed a servant to bring him a few bottles of wine.
...
In the evening, Quiana Sutton returned to Imperial View Manor, and the butler hurried up to her.
"Miss Sutton, thank goodness you’re finally back."
During this period she resided at Imperial View Manor, and the butler treated her with utmost respect, so she paused to ask softly: "Is sothing the matter?"
The butler looked at Quiana Sutton as if she were a savior.
He could see clearly that within this manor, apart from Young Master Windsor, this young lady was the only one who could talk sense into the master.
"The master has locked himself in his room drinking all afternoon, Miss Sutton, please try to persuade him."
Upon hearing this, Quiana Sutton furrowed her brows slightly: "Doesn’t he usually hate the sll of alcohol?"
The butler was also quite puzzled, but he knew the master’s mood always soured after visiting the old house.
"Miss Sutton, today the master went back to the old house, and his relationship with Elder isn’t that good..."
The butler didn’t finish the sentence because the matters between Elder and the master were none of his business.
Everyone harbors so untouchable secrets, and she wasn’t too interested in those secrets either; since the butler didn’t continue to speak, she didn’t pry further.
She just replied: "I can try to persuade him, but I can’t guarantee the effect."
The butler looked at her with tears of gratitude.
Arriving outside his room, recently she had been sleeping in the guest room; although the sofa in his room was comfortable, his presence was too intense, often causing insomnia, and she didn’t want to face dark circles every day affecting her appearance.
She knocked on the room door a few tis, but there was no response from inside.
She hesitated for a mont and then just pushed the door open.
The room’s window was open, and instead of being filled with a strong scent of alcohol, there was a faint fragrance in the air.
From her angle, she could see Durrell Landon holding a glass of wine, tilting his head back to bring the wine to his lips, with a few drops trickling down from the corner of his mouth, following the curve directly into his chest, it was quite alluring at first glance.
She never knew soone could drink in such a heart-stopping way.
Durrell Landon noticed soone standing at the door, he turned slightly, saw Quiana Sutton, and unconsciously curved his lips into a smile.
"Are you here to check on ?"
She walked a few steps closer, hugging her arms and leaning casually against a wall, looking indifferent:
"You’ve been drinking all afternoon, the butler is really worried about you."
"And you? Are you worried?"
She fell into silence, not answering his question, her heart was also full of contradictions, sotis her rationality and emotions would engage in extre tug-of-war, although most of the ti, rationality prevailed.
Her silence was the best answer.
Durrell Landon was montarily annoyed, reached out and pulled her into his arms, forcing her face against his warm chest.
"Don’t move, I won’t do anything, just let hold you for a mont."
Quiana Sutton pushed a little, feeling the powerful and scorching warmth of his body, she surprisingly couldn’t push away for a mont.
He seed both drunk and very sober.
To say he was sober was because he was just as familiar with acting shalessly as ever.
To say he was drunk was because his face seed to always be covered by a misted glass, hard to see clearly, revealing only a casual yet slightly distant look, but at this mont, for the first ti, she saw a crack in that glass, through which his most genuine inner emotions leaked out.
His loneliness, unease, and vulnerability.
She wasn’t soone who liked ddling in others’ affairs, but at this mont, she still spoke up:
"In this world, no one will ever rescue you; only you can save yourself."
Durrell Landon pulled her tighter, locking her firmly in his embrace as if wanting to rge her completely into himself.
"What if I insist on being stubborn?"
"Then you’ll simply fall into a bottomless abyss."
In this world, all causes and effects can only be resolved by oneself.
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