At this moment, she couldn't help but miss the gentleman-like Durrell Landon from before, who at least wouldn't have forced her at certain times.
Fortunately, the sofa in Durrell Landon's room was also top-tier, custom-made leather, with an obvious high price, and in terms of comfort, it was several levels above the bed in her apartment.
For a moment, she had the illusion that Durrell Landon truly loved her. Otherwise, why else would he leave the comfortable big bed at Imperial View Manor to squeeze into her small apartment bed? Surely it couldn't be just to experience the hardships of the common folk.
While she was still exploring Durrell Landon's room, he walked out after taking a shower.
His wet hair hung over his forehead, half concealing his jet-black eyes. His originally stern and perfect face suddenly became sexy and devilish.
Her gaze uncontrollably moved downward, watching as the sparkling water droplets trickled from his chest over his flawless honey-toned skin, disappearing beneath his pajamas. She could almost imagine the straight, long legs, the perfectly toned abs, and the blood-pumping lines of his waist hidden beneath the pajamas...
She swore she had seen it countless times, yet she still embarrassingly drooled a little.
Hurriedly, she rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower to cool down.
Durrell Landon dried his hair and sunk his body into the sofa, recalling Quiana Sutton's earlier movements, his long eyes half-closed in thought.
Halfway through her shower, Quiana Sutton suddenly remembered that she forgot to bring a change of clothes.
Feeling a bit annoyed, she leaned against the tiles and wrote the words "idiot" on the foggy wall.
After standing against the wall for about three minutes, she finally, reluctantly, tied a towel around her chest, carefully opened the bathroom door as much as she could without exposure, and said, "Um, can you bring me some clothes?"
When no sound came from outside after she spoke, she opened the door a bit wider, surprised to find Durrell Landon asleep on the sofa.
Thinking he had just had surgery a few days ago, being sleepy was normal. She didn't suspect anything and instead felt a sense of relief.
Walking out of the bathroom barefoot, she opened her suitcase, found a decently modest nightgown, and then turned around to head back into the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, Durrell Landon opened his eyes, his gaze landing precisely on her ankle, white as a piece of art.
At this moment.
At the airport.
Evelyn Windsor's flight arrived at two in the afternoon. She had been waiting since then until the neon lights of the city came on in the evening, but still no sign of Durrell Landon, her eyes filled with indescribable disappointment, tears ready to fall, eliciting deep sympathy from onlookers.
Her assistant, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Chloe Cloud, let's go home. The master has already called several times to hurry us."
A welcome party was supposed to be held for Chloe Cloud today, but she insisted on waiting here and was unwilling to leave.
The assistant knew what Evelyn Windsor was waiting for, but that person never appeared.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke to Evelyn Windsor, "Chloe Cloud, why not call Film Emperor Landon and ask? It's not the best plan to keep waiting here."
Evelyn Windsor was clearly unwilling. She had already messaged him first, and he hadn't replied. Now she should shamelessly call him?
The people pursuing her could circle a few football fields. Did she have to lower her dignity and let him trample over it?
The assistant knew Evelyn Windsor couldn't let down her pride, and mumbled softly, "Chloe Cloud, back then you abandoned Film Emperor Landon. Maybe he's still angry, but now that you're back, aren't you here to make amends? If he won't call you, you call him instead. Don't regret it when he's gone."
The assistant's words hit Evelyn Windsor like a wake-up call. Yes, wasn't she back to rekindle old feelings?
Durrell had always adored her. She believed that if she coquetted a bit, Durrell would surely forgive her.
With this thought, she stopped hesitating and called Durrell Landon.
Quiana Sutton carefully walked out of the bathroom after her shower, seeing Durrell Landon seemingly in deep sleep. Just as she excitedly thought of collapsing onto the bed, Durrell Landon's phone rang, and he instantly opened his eyes, locking onto Quiana Sutton, who was about to do something naughty.
Seeing Durrell Landon awake, Quiana Sutton awkwardly chuckled a few times and decisively abandoned her plan of climbing onto the bed.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Now that you're awake, scooch over and give me my spot."
Durrell Landon didn't move. He simply picked up his phone to see it was a call from Evelyn Windsor, but he didn't answer it.
She had good vision and saw the name Evelyn Windsor on the phone screen.
The woman he always thought of was calling him and he didn't pick up?
At this moment, Quiana Sutton was also a bit unsure of Durrell Landon's true intentions.
After the call was hung up, the other party persevered and called again. The room was so quiet that the phone's ringtone filled it completely, and Quiana Sutton found it a bit noisy,
"Aren't you going to answer?"
Durrell Landon looked up at her, "Do you want me to answer it?"
Quiana Sutton was momentarily at a loss for words.
Normally, a woman wouldn't want her husband to answer another woman's call, but since they were about to divorce, she didn't care.
The faint moonlight filtered through the thin window curtains, casting a clear glow on the cold marble floors, which in turn highlighted the woman's face, making it appear deeper and more aloof.
A hint of amusement escaped her eyes, and she replied coldly and distantly, "Suit yourself."
It was his first time encountering such a woman, so indifferent it was almost cruel, and it made him want to destroy her.
He tossed the phone aside, motioning for her to come over. She leaned against the wall without moving for a long time, and when he was about to get angry, she finally slowly walked over.
"What do you want to say?"
His gaze still carried a sense of scrutiny and examination:
"How did we meet?"
"Through a variety show."
He felt it was not very likely,
"I've never been interested in variety shows, so why would I suddenly participate in one?"
He went to the entertainment industry purely because he didn't want the old men of the Landon Family to sow discord between him and his elder brother, and variety shows were never within his consideration.
Quiana Sutton shrugged her shoulders. How would she know? He had lost his memory and could say whatever he wanted. As for his true thoughts, only he would know.
At the airport, Evelyn Windsor made five consecutive calls to Durrell Landon, none of which were answered. Finally, she didn't persist, holding back tears and a crying voice, and said, "Let's go, let's go back."
Evelyn Windsor's welcome party was not very grand, with only a few tables, but the people at these tables were important figures in the Capital City.
Although the main guest's tardiness caused some dissatisfaction among the attendees, no one expressed it. Evelyn Windsor was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Windsor Estate, and aside from sometimes coming up short with Durrell Landon, she was always smooth and deft with others.
She picked up her wine glass in front of her and toasted the others present, "I was delayed at the airport and disrupted everyone's mood. Now I'll punish myself with a drink."
The gathering attendees harbored no true desires to oppose the Windsor Estate. With Evelyn Windsor personally apologizing, how could they maintain a cold reception?
The raised their glasses and toasted with her.