Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
From the mont they t, every word exchanged between them was filled with a sense of cold indifference. Durrell Landon was genuinely becoming more curious about why he ever married this woman.
"Since you absolutely want a divorce, you must help restore my mory. Otherwise, I won’t sign this divorce agreent."
She looked at him with amusent, "I’m not a doctor, how can I help you restore your mory?"
Durrell Landon curved his lips in a nonchalant manner, "Oliver said that being around familiar people can stimulate mory recovery, so starting today, you will live at the Imperial View Manor."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She only wanted a divorce, why is it so complicated?
Moreover, she felt that the amnesiac Durrell Landon had beco more overbearing than before, and everything he said carried an unusual weight that others couldn’t easily defy.
She wanted to refuse, but recalling Julian Haworth’s words, "You haven’t been to the Imperial View Manor, have you?" she had to admit that she was sowhat bothered.
So she agreed.
"Alright."
After all, no matter what, she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.
Before going to the Imperial View Manor, she sent a ssage to Isabelle Sorville:
[Joy, sorry, sothing ca up unexpectedly, I can’t join you.]
Isabelle Sorville looked at this ssage, glanced at the table full of dishes, pouted, looking defeated.
Her brother, Axius Sorville, sitting opposite, noticed his sister’s discontent and couldn’t help teasing her, "Who upset my sister? Want to avenge you?"
Isabelle Sorville snorted coldly, "Brother, you’re just a hopeless A’dou."
Axius Sorville: "???"
His sister’s moods are becoming difficult to grasp...
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Quiana Sutton finally saw the Imperial View Manor, ntioned by Julian Haworth. She couldn’t help but exclaim,
"Samuel Linnel’s design is truly extraordinary."
Oliver Gale looked at Quiana Sutton unexpectedly.
Samuel Linnel had retired many years ago and rarely appeared in public now. It was unlikely for soone who didn’t study architectural design to know about him.
Quiana Sutton’s casual ntion genuinely impressed him.
More importantly, this manor covered nearly 3,000 square kiloters. Anyone else would have been astonished, but she showed no reaction. She seed either exceptionally good at acting, or naturally unfeeling, unaffected by anything.
Upon hearing this, Durrell Landon’s gaze lingered on Quiana Sutton for a mont longer but soon shifted away.
The butler was stunned seeing Quiana Sutton walking behind Durrell Landon.
The young master always disliked won entering the Imperial View Manor, to the extent that there weren’t even female mosquitoes in the manor.
Suppressing his shock, the butler cautiously asked, "Young master, this lady is?"
Durrell Landon’s eyes sparkled with mischief, "A tool for treating my condition."
Butler: "???"
He was puzzled, but dared not be negligent. This was the first ti the young master brought a woman back. Approaching Quiana Sutton, he respectfully asked, "Is there anything you’d like to eat, miss? I’ll instruct the kitchen to prepare it for you."
She listed a few dishes, "Sweet and sour ribs, pickled fish, mapo tofu..."
Durrell Landon slightly frowned upon hearing this. Quiana Sutton noticed and playfully said, "What? Afraid I’ll eat you out of house and ho?"
He casually replied, "As you wish."
She herself had no sense of being a celebrity, and naturally, he was reluctant to remind her.
Quiana Sutton ate all the dishes she ordered. Firstly, the chefs at Durrell Landon’s ho were even better than five-star chefs. Secondly, her daily energy consumption was high, needing replenishnt. Anyone else eating like this would certainly gain weight, but she did not.
Yet again, Oliver Gale was shocked by Quiana Sutton—was she even human? She ate even more than him, yet remained slender in all the right places, perfectly proportioned.
Who on earth had Durrell married?
He was growing increasingly curious about Durrell’s wife. Trying to put it delicately, he said,
"I’ve never t a woman as straightforward as you."
Quiana Sutton lazily yawned, her eyes glanced sideways, "If you want to say I eat a lot, don’t beat around the bush."
Oliver Gale froze, seemingly not expecting Quiana Sutton to be so direct. After a few seconds, he burst into laughter, finding her very amusing, aligning with his taste.
"Calling you Miss Sutton seems too distant, can I call you Cece from now on?"
She had no objections.
As soon as Oliver called, "Cece," he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Stiffly turning around, he saw Durrell Landon staring at him, giving away no emotion with those dark eyes.
He instinctively swallowed.
Durrell Landon might appear elegant on the surface, but only those truly acquainted knew how cold and ruthless he was.
Uncertain about what Durrell had in mind, Oliver wisely decided to slip away but reminded the patient on his way out:
"Durrell, try to get so rest since you’ve just had surgery a few days ago."
Once Oliver exited, the room fell silent. Durrell Landon’s ambiguous gaze continuously scrutinized Quiana Sutton, making her feel uneasy for the first ti.
"Don’t forget, we’re still married. You’re still my wife, so don’t get any ideas about seducing Oliver."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Amnesia had made Durrell Landon not only cold but also sharp-tongued, suggesting she was flirtatious. How could she accept such an insinuation?
"So, if you don’t want to wear a green hat, sign the divorce papers quickly."
Durrell Landon frowned, "Besides the divorce papers, isn’t there anything else you want to say?"
"Of course, where am I sleeping tonight?"
Quiana Sutton successfully annoyed Durrell Landon, who put his teacup down heavily, "In my room."
Quiana Sutton: "???"
"You must be joking. We’re getting divorced; sleeping in the sa room again seems inappropriate, don’t you think?"
Durrell Landon’s gaze lazily slid towards Quiana Sutton across from him,
"I said it’s to stimulate my mory, so we should live as we did before. Are you going to deny we used to sleep in the sa room?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
They used to not only share the sa room but also the sa bed. However, given their pending divorce, she couldn’t convince herself to sleep together again.
She proposed a condition, "Sharing a room is fine, but we won’t share a bed."
"Wasn’t planning on letting you sleep on the bed."
Not letting her sleep on the bed, Quiana Sutton’s lip twitched, suddenly realizing what he ant, disbelief showing in her eyes.
"You don’t expect to sleep on the sofa, do you?"
Durrell Landon looked down at her with an expression as if saying, "Do you expect , the young master, to degrade myself by sleeping on the sofa?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
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