From the moment they met, 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 me restore my memory. Otherwise, I won't sign this divorce agreement."
She looked at him with amusement, "I'm not a doctor, how can I help you restore your memory?"
Durrell Landon curved his lips in a nonchalant manner, "Oliver said that being around familiar people can stimulate memory 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 become 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 somewhat 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 message to Isabelle Somerville:
[Joy, sorry, something came up unexpectedly, I can't join you.]
Isabelle Somerville looked at this message, glanced at the table full of dishes, pouted, looking defeated.
Her brother, Axius Somerville, sitting opposite, noticed his sister's discontent and couldn't help teasing her, "Who upset my sister? Want me to avenge you?"
Isabelle Somerville snorted coldly, "Brother, you're just a hopeless A'dou."
Axius Somerville: "???"
His sister's moods are becoming difficult to grasp...
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Quiana Sutton finally saw the Imperial View Manor, mentioned 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 someone who didn't study architectural design to know about him.
Quiana Sutton's casual mention genuinely impressed him.
More importantly, this manor covered nearly 3,000 square kilometers. Anyone else would have been astonished, but she showed no reaction. She seemed either exceptionally good at acting, or naturally unfeeling, unaffected by anything.
Upon hearing this, Durrell Landon's gaze lingered on Quiana Sutton for a moment longer but soon shifted away.
The butler was stunned seeing Quiana Sutton walking behind Durrell Landon.
The young master always disliked women 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 time 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 home?"
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 home were even better than five-star chefs. Secondly, her daily energy consumption was high, needing replenishment. 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 met 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 some 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 time.
"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 same 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 memory, so we should live as we did before. Are you going to deny we used to sleep in the same room?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
They used to not only share the same room but also the same 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 meant, disbelief showing in her eyes.
"You don't expect me to sleep on the sofa, do you?"
Durrell Landon looked down at her with an expression as if saying, "Do you expect me, the young master, to degrade myself by sleeping on the sofa?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."