Durrell Landon walked over and sat opposite Quiana Sutton, casually resting his right hand to the side, looking at her with a half-smile: "Your relationship with Oliver Gale really is improving day by day. Are you planning to give me a green hat soon?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Has Durrell Landon developed a persecution complex now?
It seems like whenever she talks to a man, she's flirting, the next moment she'll strip, and then end up in bed.
She's increasingly convinced that she preferred Durrell before he lost his memory, at least he wasn't this unreasonable.
She glanced at Oliver Gale beside her and spoke lightly: "Dr. Windsor, do you think Mr. Landon is seriously ill? Why not prescribe him some medicine?"
Oliver Gale: "..."
Clearly, it was an argument, yet why did it seem so much like flirtatious banter, making his skin crawl.
