The dark smoke rings looked like smokey eye makeup, lips untouched but crimson, making the whole person exceedingly enchanting.
Grace Sutton's heart skipped a beat subconsciously.
Help!
She had seen this face for three years, but it was the first time she felt it was so alluring.
Previously, it wasn't that it wasn't beautiful, but there was always a strange aspect to it.
Clearly, she wasn't the kind of classic beauty, yet she dressed like a serene and gentle Southern belle, the intense contrast leading to a somewhat mismatched impression.
She was meant to rely on her beauty to create a stir.
"Cece, listen to me, you should throw away all your previous clothes, they don't suit you."
Quiana Sutton walked to the trash can, extinguished the cigarette, and casually tossed the butt inside.
"Don't worry, my former clothing, bags, and jewelry won't appear on me anymore."
She wanted to bid farewell to the past completely.
An OST from a drama was something she could put together effortlessly, and she finished recording in about two hours.
Grace Sutton couldn't help but marvel after listening, Cece's voice truly seemed angel-kissed; the love song she sang was full of entangled tenderness, even making a single person like Grace want to fall in love.
After the recording, she walked over to Quiana Sutton and said, "Cece, you should know about the new-generation idol Axius Somerville, right? His manager reached out to me, hoping you could collaborate on a single."
She replied with no expression, "Axius Somerville's fans span all ages, with girlfriend fans and mom fans aplenty; collaborating with him is like pushing me into the fire pit."
Grace Sutton rather wanted to take a gamble, "In terms of musical accomplishments, you don't lose to anyone. Collaborating with Axius is a rare opportunity, it's both your chance and challenge, maybe it could even polish your image a bit."
Quiana Sutton thought seriously for a moment and agreed.
"Okay, but I have a condition."
Grace Sutton: "What condition?"
"There's a variety show called 'Outdoor Survival Challenge' that I want to join."
Grace Sutton: "???
Was Quiana Sutton crazy?
From what she felt upon seeing her today, Grace Sutton seriously suspected Quiana Sutton had taken the wrong medicine.
Directly refused.
"No way, all the participants on this variety show are men, and the outdoor survival challenge can be dangerous, the show wouldn't agree to have a woman participate."
Quiana Sutton promised, "I'll take care of myself, there won't be any accidents."
Grace Sutton still wouldn't agree.
Quiana Sutton didn't force it and spoke lightly, "Since you don't agree, then the collaboration with Axius will be void."
The tone was casual, but Grace Sutton faintly caught a hint of threat.
Once again, she felt unbearably frustrated.
The consequence of marrying the wrong man was suffering, and she suffered finding the wrong artist to support, resignedly agreeing, "I'll work on it for you, but I can't guarantee the other party's consent."
Grace Sutton generally wouldn't make promises easily, but since she did, she would certainly achieve it, so Quiana Sutton wasn't really worried.
Just earlier, Julian Haworth sent several messages, telling her Durrell Landon had woken up.
She printed a new copy of the divorce agreement and headed to Riventon Hospital.
Entering the room, Julian Haworth looked at her with schadenfreude, yet with a hint of sympathy.
Back when she married Durrell Landon, Julian Haworth disapproved, saying they would surely divorce.
And now, his words turned out to be true.
Durrell Landon had just woken up, still rather weak.
Sitting on the hospital bed with no expressions, his whole person was aloof and disconnected.
Without exaggeration, Durrell Landon was stunningly handsome, able to make one breathless.
Be it the thick, vividly drawn brows, the nose straight as a mountain ridge, the flawless tan skin, or the intricately sculpted facial lines, all the exquisite details composed a dazzling perfection.
Such a perfect man now had a flaw, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead.
Deep down, she couldn't let go and approached to examine the wound.
He moved subtly, eyes guarded.
"Who are you?"
Quiana Sutton was momentarily stunned.
Julian Haworth kindly explained, feeling like a great person:
"Bro's lost his memory, he remembers everyone except you."
Remembering everyone but solely forgetting her.
Quiana Sutton chuckled self-deprecatingly, thankful she wasn't too immersed, the three years of close interaction nearly made her believe he liked her. Fortunately, she withdrew in time, increasingly resolved to divorce.
She pulled out the divorce papers from her bag and handed them to him:
"It doesn't matter if you remember, as long as you agree to sign it."
Durrell Landon eyed the divorce documents, his aura growing more dark and brooding, seemingly tinged with a faintly bloody scent.
He tossed the divorce papers aside, eyeing her with arrogance and indifference:
"I don't know you, I won't sign these papers."
The previous Durrell Landon was far from enthusiastic towards her, but wouldn't have been this cold. This time, she believed he truly forgot her.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, as long as the law acknowledges we're currently married. If you don't want anything to do with me, just sign it."
Durrell Landon sneered, his eyes flashing a hint of mockery; "How can a document be signed carelessly? Until there's evidence proving we're married, I won't believe anyone."
Quiana Sutton was speechless looking at him, feeling a slight regret.
Their marriage certificate had always been kept by Durrell Landon, now he'd forgotten where it was amid his amnesia.
She had even less idea of where he'd placed the marriage certificate.
She couldn't possibly retrieve it from the municipal office, could she?
If she truly did that, she'd likely be plastered all over the tabloids tomorrow.
Durrell Landon, just having woken up, showed some weariness, looking at Quiana Sutton with slight impatience.
"Julian, aren't you escorting her out?
Julian Haworth made the standard "please" gesture.
"Bro doesn't want to see you, you'd better hurry and leave.
Quiana Sutton was respectfully "escorted" out by Julian Haworth, staring at the tightly closed hospital room door, for the first time feeling a fiery temper wanting to smash the door down.
She told herself repeatedly that this was a hospital, to avoid causing a scene before suppressing her anger.
Outside the hospital room.
Knight Tamworth leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes half-open, motionless, impossible to read any emotions.
Quiana Sutton glanced briefly and didn't prepare to acknowledge him.
Knowing Knight Tamworth for about three years, she never knew what he actually did.
He knew Ancient Martial Arts, computing, painting, wine tasting… almost universally skilled.
Compared to someone like Julian Haworth who easily showed emotions, silent individuals like Knight Tamworth were far more dangerous.
Just as she was about to pass him by, Knight Tamworth suddenly spoke.
"I'll help you."
She halted, not quite trusting Knight Tamworth's words:
"Why would you help me?"
Knight Tamworth opened his eyes, staring intently at Quiana Sutton:
"Consider it helping Durrell, he actually likes you. He couldn't have married you impulsively just to spite Evelyn Windsor. He understands better than anyone what marriage meant for him."
Knight Tamworth offering help was just what she needed.
"Then I thank you in advance, inform me when he regains memory, I'll print another divorce agreement."
Knight Tamworth didn't add anything further.
After leaving the hospital, she didn't plan to return to her apartment.
The apartment was filled with Durrell Landon's presence, she feared lengthy stays might soften her resolve.
She went directly to her friend Isabelle Somerville's home instead.