Nathan Firth’s gaze was deep, so deep that it seed like his eyes only held you, even when threatening: "Aren’t you afraid that the news will spread about Quiana Sutton having a secret boyfriend if I don’t co in?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She hesitated slightly but still let him in.
As soon as Nathan entered the house, Quiana felt her not-so-large apartnt instantly turned into a hell of screaming ghosts. His eyes were icy cold, as if frozen.
"Who was just here? I can sll soone else’s presence in this room."
Quiana Sutton: "!!!"
She looked at Nathan with a bit of shock. Did he have a dog’s nose? Could he still sll Durrell Landon’s scent lingering in the air?
She glanced at him and said impatiently, "No one, I live alone in this apartnt."
Nathan didn’t expose her lie, just let a cold arc appear at his lips: "I hear you’re going to film a movie with Durrell Landon?"
Quiana felt her patience was nearing its limit but still said, "That’s Director Fang’s choice."
Nathan kept that light arc on his lips and spoke casually:
"Do you prefer to be widowed or divorced?"
He didn’t look at Quiana’s shocked face and continued:
"It seems like there’s no difference between being widowed and divorced."
She never thought Nathan would joke with her, and she unconsciously dropped her arms from her chest.
"What do you really want?"
"What do you think..."
Quiana was a bit startled. It was the first ti she saw such a cruel desire for destruction in Nathan’s eyes.
"Durrell Landon is the second young master of the Landon Family, not so ordinary person. You can’t just kill him easily."
Nathan chuckled softly from his throat, almost inaudibly.
The second young master of the Landon Family, he didn’t regard him highly.
He didn’t continue the topic, finding a place to sit down.
From his pocket, he took out a cigarette, slowly lighting it. The pale gray smoke rose slowly, blurring his outline, even making his voice seem ethereal.
"Cece, do you still rember what happened when we first t?"
Quiana glanced at him lightly: "I rember."
She had just co out of the confinent room and hadn’t returned to her room when the butler led her to et him.
It was the first ti her grandfather brought him back to the Sutton Estate, and the first ti she saw him. When she saw him, his clothes were covered in bloodstains, and his eyes were dead gray. If not for his breathing, she would have thought he was a dead man.
The despair and bleakness in his eyes shocked her, making her feel like he would shatter with a light touch.
She didn’t even dare to raise her voice, cautiously walked to his side, and handed him a handkerchief.
The person was still the sa person, the river still the sa river. Sadly, that shadowy gentleness had long shattered in the torrents of ti.
Quiana lit a cigarette for herself too: "If I had the chance to choose again, I definitely wouldn’t make the sa choice."
Nathan extinguished his cigarette butt, smiling lightly at her: "Sadly, life doesn’t offer a chance to choose again."
Since she got involved with him, there was no going back.
"Cece, stop struggling, just accept your fate. No matter how much you evade, it’s useless."
Quiana listened and coldly glanced at Nathan: "How do you know I’m evading?"
Before she was ten, her grandfather adored her. But on the day her brother and father died, she fell from heaven to hell.
Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps for the admiration she had for her grandfather, she always tried to satisfy his every request.
But if family ties between people are endlessly worn away and squandered, they will eventually fade away like water, even evaporating completely.
Nowadays, how much of that admiration for her grandfather remains in her heart? How long can it last?
She glanced at Nathan, a perfect face gradually showing a fear-inducing dangerous smile.
"Nathan Firth, maybe one day I will kill you and reclaim everything for the Sutton Estate."
Nathan’s heart skipped a beat, the next second every nerve trembled. He couldn’t tell if it was desire or pleasure.
"Cece, I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait for the day you kill ."
...
After Nathan left the apartnt, Durrell Landon erged from the room. His gaze fell on her, his chin tightly clenched, seemingly enduring to the extre. His eyes held a chilling emotion,
"You and he have quite a tacit understanding. As soon as he knocks, you know it’s him at the door."
If she and Alexander Skylane were childhood friends, then she had spent much more ti with Nathan than with Alexander.
Quiana looked at Durrell in the distance, her lips slightly curved.
"Of course, why? Are you jealous?"
Durrell didn’t answer her, just looked down at her with eyes full of desire, as if wanting to devour, to devastate.
She could see he was very angry.
She knew saying this would increase Durrell’s anger, but she still said, "Do you want to? You can do it and then leave."
Upon hearing this, Durrell looked at her with cold, lowered eyes.
"What do you take for? Just soone to dispel loneliness?"
Quiana’s mouth curved into a slight, cool, and cruel smile: "Just a contract husband, who will soon be an ex-husband."
Hearing this, Durrell’s voice was very cold: "In your heart, has there never been a mont when you genuinely thought of as your husband?"
Quiana lowered her eyes: "No!"
Or rather, she dared not.
Durrell was a deep sea, she was the whale. If she really fell in love, but one day Durrell no longer liked her, even if she were a whale, she would drown in this deep sea.
She would truly die.
Never having had is better than having and then losing with that heart-wrenching pain.
Who can guarantee a person’s heart will never change?
Her grandfather and Nathan were the best examples.
There are so things she never wants to experience a second ti.
When Durrell left the apartnt, it was clear he was angry, slamming the door loudly.
She didn’t stop him, still wearing a light arc on her lips, yet her eyes unconsciously drooped.
Sitting on the sofa for who knows how long, she felt her body stiffened from sitting, finally standing up to wash her face in the bathroom.
After washing her face, she glanced in the mirror, when suddenly a mass of black smoke arose in the mirror. The smoke slowly solidified, until it beca identical to her.
The face was the sa, but the eyes were completely different.
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