Quiana Sutton's eyes opened slightly, looking at Durrell Landon who was so close, she suddenly smiled, "Mr. Landon, have you forgotten that we're preparing for a divorce?"
She had no reason to feel jealous of him.
She smiled openly, truly without jealousy, her eyes misty with a certain alluring charm.
His grip tightened slightly, he admired her calm composure, but at this moment he also hated her for it, hated her for being so unrelenting.
Unrelentingly seeing through his heart, unrelentingly telling him there was no love between them.
Her chin hurt from his grasp, she wanted to brush his hand away but found she was too drunk to do so swiftly.
Reluctantly, she spoke softly, "It hurts—"
As soon as she spoke.
Her lips were sealed shut.
Originally meant to be a kiss, it was hard to truly call it one, more like a form of punishment, devoid of any tender sweetness.
Even so, their breathing filled the air, spreading an irresistible sense of intimacy.
