At this moment, she couldn't help but reminisce about the gentlemanly Durrell Landon from before, at least at certain times, he would never force her.
Fortunately, the sofa in Durrell Landon's room was top-notch, custom-made leather, evidently quite valuable, and in terms of comfort, it surpassed the bed in the apartment by several levels.
She had a momentary illusion that Durrell Landon truly loved her; why else would he leave the comfortable large bed at Imperial View Manor to squeeze onto the small bed in her apartment? It couldn't be just to experience the hardships of common life.
While she was still touring Durrell Landon's room, Durrell had already finished his shower and walked out.
His wet hair drooped over his forehead, half-covering his dark eyes, instantly transforming his originally cold and perfect face into something sexy and wicked.
Her gaze uncontrollably drifted downward, crystalline water droplets trickled down from his chest, slid across his flawless honey-toned skin, disappearing into his pajamas. She could almost imagine the straight long legs, perfect abdominal muscles, and the blood-rushing waistline beneath the pajamas...
She swore she had seen it countless times, but still couldn't help herself from drooling.
She quickly dashed into the bathroom, taking a cold shower to cool down.
Durrell Landon dried his hair, embedded himself into the sofa, thinking of Quiana Sutton's earlier actions, his long eyes narrowed, lost in thought.
Quiana Sutton suddenly remembered she forgot to bring a change of clothes halfway through her shower.
Leaning against the tiles with a hint of a headache, she wrote the word "idiot" on the wall covered with steam.
Leaning against the wall for about three minutes, she finally, reluctantly, wrapped a bath towel around her chest, and carefully opened the bathroom door, trying her best not to expose herself: "Um, could you bring me some clothes?"
As soon as she spoke, there was no sound from outside. She opened the door a little wider, surprisingly finding Durrell Landon lying on the sofa asleep.
Thinking it was normal for him to be sleepy just a few days post-surgery, she didn't suspect anything and even felt a sense of relief.
She walked barefoot out of the bathroom, opened her suitcase, found a relatively modest nightgown, then turned back into the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, Durrell Landon opened his eyes, his gaze landing right on that ankle as pale as a piece of art.
At this moment.
At the airport.
Evelyn Windsor's flight arrived at two in the afternoon. She waited from the afternoon until the neon lights of the city lit up in the evening, without any sign of Durrell Landon. Her eyes filled with indescribable disappointment, on the verge of tears, evoking great sympathy.
The assistant next to her couldn't stand it any longer, "Chloe Cloud, we should go back. Master has called several times already, urging us."
There was supposed to be a welcome banquet for Chloe Cloud today, but Chloe insisted on waiting here, unwilling to return just like that.
The young assistant knew who Evelyn Windsor was waiting for, but that person never showed up.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke to Evelyn Windsor, "Chloe Cloud, why not call Durrell to check? Waiting like this isn't a solution."
Evelyn Windsor clearly didn't want to. She had already messaged him proactively, and he didn't reply; now she had to call him with her face licking?
People pursuing her could encircle several football fields, should she lower her dignity to let him trample on it?
The young assistant knew Evelyn Windsor couldn't let go of her pride, she quietly muttered, "Chloe Cloud, back then you abandoned Durrell; maybe he's still mad now. Now that you're back, isn't it to make amends? Since he won't call you, you should call him. Don't wait until you regret losing him."
The assistant's words were like a wake-up call to Evelyn Windsor, yes, wasn't her return this time all about rekindling the old flame?
Durrell had always pampered her, she believed that her little coquettish act would surely earn his forgiveness.
With that in mind, she no longer hesitated and called Durrell Landon.
Quiana Sutton quietly tiptoed out of the bathroom after her shower, seeing Durrell Landon seemingly in a deep sleep, happily thinking she could lie down on the bed, when Durrell Landon's phone rang, he opened his eyes immediately, his gaze colliding with Quiana Sutton caught red-handed in her mischievous act.
Seeing Durrell Landon awake, Quiana Sutton awkwardly chuckled a few times, decisively abandoning the idea of climbing into bed.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke, "Since you're awake, would you mind moving aside for my spot?"
Durrell Landon didn't move, just picked up his phone to glance at it. It was a call from Evelyn Windsor, which he still didn't answer.
Her eyesight was good and she saw the name Evelyn Windsor on the phone screen.
The woman he's been hung up on called, and he didn't answer?
At this moment, Quiana Sutton was also a bit unsure of Durrell Landon's true intentions.
After the call ended, the other party perseveringly called again. The room was so quiet that the phone's ringtone filled the entire room, which Quiana Sutton found a bit noisy,
"Aren't you going to answer?"
Durrell Landon looked up at her, "Do you want me to answer?"
Quiana Sutton was momentarily speechless.
A normal woman shouldn't want her husband to answer another woman's call, but currently, they're in the process of divorcing, so she didn't care either way.
The clear moonlight filtered through the light voile curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, as the marble floor mirrored the smoothness everywhere, highlighting the woman's face in an even more profound, stern way.
Amusement overflowed from her eyes, she coldly and distantly replied, "Suit yourself."
He had never encountered a woman like this, one so indifferent it was almost cruel, making one want to destroy.
He tossed his phone aside, motioning her to come over. She leaned against the wall, unmoving for a while, but when he was about to get angry, she finally sauntered over.
"What do you want to say?"
His gaze was still filled with scrutiny and examination:
"How did we meet?"
"Because of a variety show."
He deeply doubted,
"I've never had any interest in variety shows; how could I spontaneously join one?"
He had only stepped into the entertainment circle to prevent the old men of the Landon Family from driving a wedge between him and his elder brother; variety shows never crossed his mind.
Quiana Sutton shrugged her shoulders, who would know, he's lost his memory now so he can say whatever he pleases. As for his real thoughts, only he would know.
Evelyn Windsor continuously called Durrell Landon five times at the airport, but he didn't answer. Finally, she gave up, holding back tears and a sob, she said, "Let's go back."
The welcome banquet for Evelyn Windsor wasn't grand; only a few tables, yet those seated were significant figures in Capital City.
The main guest being fashionably late left people somewhat displeased, but no one showed it. After all, Evelyn Windsor was the eldest daughter of the Windsor Estate, a presence formidable except for the occasional setback with Durrell.
She raised the wine glass in front of her, toasting everyone present, "I was held up at the airport, disturbing everyone's pleasure. Now I punish myself with a drink."
The crowd wasn't truly opposing the Windsor Estate, Evelyn Windsor's personal apology left no reason for them to remain cold.
They raised their glasses as well, offering a toast.