After hearing this, Quiana Sutton felt as tense as a bowstring, confusion clouding her brows and eyes, mingled with a trace of ice-cold aloofness.
No one could blame her for overthinking.
Durrell Landon had only called Charles Foote to let him know he was safe, but completely ignored her.
Whether this negligence was deliberate or unintentional, she had no way of knowing.
If it was unintentional, it only meant that, in Durrell Landon's heart, her status was not even comparable to Charles Foote's; if it was intentional, it was proof enough that he was truly taken away by his so-called fiancée and inconvenienced to call her.
When he returned, she hoped he would give her a reasonable explanation.
After hanging up the phone, Quiana Sutton stood in place for a long time without moving.
Unconsciously, a trace of sorrow appeared in her eyes.
This sorrow was faint and light, so much so that even she herself did not notice it.
...
At this moment.
In Serene Ink Garden.
