Quiana Sutton looked at him amusingly, "Mr. Landon, don't forget that once you regain your memory, we'll get divorced. By then, you'll be my ex-husband. Do you want your divorce to be known to the world?"
More importantly, if Alexander Skylane finds out about her hidden marriage, it means her uncle will know about it.
She didn't want her uncle to know that she married Durrell Landon just for having a little fun.
In almost every third sentence, she mentioned divorce, which Durrell Landon found very annoying. He looked at her coldly, his gaze as sharp as a cold blade cutting through clouds, like a sudden cold snap in early spring. He pressed his thin lips together and said each word slowly, "I agreed to sign the divorce papers once I regained my memory, but as long as I don't sign them, you're still my wife. Don't even think about getting affectionate with Alexander Skylane."
At that moment, there was a knock at the door again, "Quiana, are you in the room?"
Quiana Sutton frowned slightly, being really unwilling to continue arguing with Durrell Landon, she directly shoved him into the closet.
Durrell Landon didn't expect that she had such strength. Caught off guard, he ended up inside the closet before he knew it.
He glared at her angrily, ready to protest, but she spoke first, with a hint of threat:
"Don't make a sound, or I'll tie you up and tape your mouth shut."
Durrell Landon: "..."
Closing the closet door, Quiana Sutton threw on a random piece of clothing and went to open the door.
Alexander Skylane wasn't expecting Quiana Sutton to be in the shower. He had seen her fight fiercely and be mischievous, seen her in moments of breakdown, but he had never seen her look so captivating and enchanting, like a siren emerging from the water.
Especially the fragrant scent she exuded, which kept wafting into his nose and unsettling his tranquil composure, causing his heart to flutter a bit.
"Quiana, I..." At this moment, he actually forgot what he wanted to say.
"Hmm?" Quiana Sutton dragged out the end of her word slightly, looking at him puzzled.
He suddenly noticed her lips were swollen and asked instinctively:
"Quiana, what happened to your mouth?"
Quiana Sutton was taken aback for a moment, suddenly recalling that Durrell Landon had bitten her lips earlier. That guy wasn't some dog, so why had he suddenly taken to biting her?
She hastily wiped her mouth, "It's nothing, I accidentally slipped while taking a shower earlier."
Alexander Skylane didn't suspect anything and said, "Quiana, a few of my fellow countrymates know I'm back and want to throw a welcome party for me. I'd like you to come."
A welcome party just for Alexander Skylane; she wasn't one of his classmates, so attending would feel a bit awkward. She lowered her eyes slightly with a hint of apologetic expression on her face:
"Sorry, I don't feel like joining the crowd."
Her answer was expected, but the disappointment was very apparent in his eyes.
Quiana Sutton hesitated for a moment and then said:
"I'll attend your party once your branch officially opens."
Hearing her promise, a slight smile appeared in Alexander Skylane's eyes:
"Alright, it's a deal then."
...
After Alexander Skylane left, Durrell Landon emerged from the closet, his eyes laced with a bit of teasing sarcasm, "Alexander invited you so sincerely to his welcome party, why didn't you go, Mrs. Landon?"
He raised his tone unnaturally when saying "Mrs. Landon."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She looked at him speechlessly, "If you're unwell, go ask Oliver Gale for some medicine. Stop being so sarcastic around me."
Durrell Landon looked at her with a smile, his eyes shimmering, "But this ailment can only be treated by you, not Oliver Gale."
Locking eyes with him, Quiana Sutton's heart skipped a beat unconsciously.
It's really like seeing a ghost.
Either Durrell Landon took the wrong medicine today, or she should be taking medicine for hallucinations.
For a moment, she even thought that maybe Durrell Landon might actually like her a bit.
If it's false, she'll take some medicine to make the illusion go away. If it's true, she'll nip it in the bud, as she wouldn't allow herself to truly fall for anyone.
Her gaze returned to being cold, and she said each word clearly, "Mr. Landon, you should head back to Imperial View Manor."
Hearing her dismissal, Durrell Landon wasn't pleased, his eyes radiating coldness, "Are you kicking me out?"
Quiana Sutton generously admitted, "Exactly."
Durrell Landon didn't expect her to admit it so straightforwardly, rage flickered in his eyes, but his esteemed composure kicked in, quickly calming him down. He took a deep breath, "Fine, then we'll head back to Imperial View Manor together."
Quiana Sutton frowned slightly, "Mr. Landon, I don't want to return to Imperial View Manor tonight."
"If you don't want to return to Imperial View Manor, then where do you want to go?"
Durrell Landon looked as if no matter where she wanted to go, he would accompany her as a faithful companion.
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She simply didn't want to share a space with him, fearing a spark that might ignite tonight.
But Durrell Landon was relentless in achieving his goal.
So, in the end, she suggested they go to the shooting range.
...
Ancient City Legend Shooting Range.
Quiana Sutton stood in front of the shooting platform, expertly assembling a magazine, then raised her arms straight and fired five shots at the target consecutively.
Every shot hit the bullseye.
Durrell Landon sat on a sofa not far away, legs crossed, watching her lazily.
"A little surprised that you can shoot."
Quiana Sutton glanced at him coolly, saying nothing.
She had grown up under the wild tutelage of the old man; in a hundred steps, she had never lost in shooting.
She adjusted her wrist and fired several more shots at the bullseye, each hitting the ten rings.
Just as she was about to fire the last bullet, she suddenly turned the gun towards Durrell Landon.
For a moment, Durrell Landon was stunned, then he let out a low chuckle.
Durrell Landon's reaction indeed surprised her. Keeping a stoic expression, she asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll really pull the trigger and kill you?"
Durrell Landon propped his right hand under his chin, eyes full of nonchalance, "It actually feels quite good being looked at through your scope."
For a moment, his heart constricted sharply at the brink of death, yet felt alive again; it was a bizarrely intoxicating sensation.
He thought he might actually like her a bit.
In essence, he wasn't someone who adhered strictly to the rules; he merely acted as the second young master of the Landon Family, but he didn't like it at all.
In Quiana Sutton, he seemed to find his lost self.
With amusement in his eyes, Durrell Landon watched as Quiana Sutton turned around, her face as cold as jade, ignoring him further, merely picking up the gun and randomly firing at the target.
The bullet's immense propulsion force tore through the air, creating a reverberating explosion that echoed throughout the shooting range.
Even without looking at the target, she scored a ten with that shot.
Durrell Landon didn't comment upon seeing it, merely raised an intrigued eyebrow.