Chapter 159
"Sit."
His voice was low, a command that brooked no argument, yet held a trace of concealed concern.
Vivian Bennett was half-guided, half-pushed onto the sofa by him.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.
She panicly grabbed a soft pillow and hugged it to her chest.
It was as if this could create a barrier against the overly intimate distance between them.
Liam Sullivan turned and walked away.
His footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Vivian stared blankly in the direction he had disappeared.
Her heartbeat had yet to calm.
Before long, he returned carrying a silver medical case.
The metal clasps gleamed coldly under the light.
Was he going to personally apply medicine for her?
Vivian's fingertips trembled slightly.
She instinctively shrank back.
"Sit properly."
He only uttered two words, but they felt like an invisible hand pressing down on her shoulders.
"I can do it myself..."
She tried to struggle, but her voice came out weak and unconvincing.
"Do you want me to do it?"
His eyes darkened abruptly.
His turbulent gaze locked onto her.
Every word was laden with dangerous pressure.
Vivian's breath hitched.
All words of refusal stuck in her throat.
She bit her lip and looked up.
She unexpectedly crashed into his bottomless eyes.
They actually held a rare tenderness, almost enough to drown a person.
If not for her remaining calm, she might have already sunk into this feigned emotional.
Perhaps... using this chance to get closer wasn't entirely bad?
"Distracted?"
He suddenly leaned in close.
His nose almost brushed against her forehead.
"N-no!"
She panicly leaned back, her back hitting the sofa cushion heavily.
"I'll apply the medicine now..."
"Don't move."
He knelt on one knee and grasped her ankle.
The temperature of his fingertips made her shudder slightly.
The red, swollen injury looked especially fragile in his palm.
He unscrewed the ointment.
His finger dipped into the glossy white cream.
He gently applied it to her skin.
The cool sensation intertwined with his body heat.
It made her gasp.
"It tickles..."
She couldn't help curling her toes.
Her voice carried a coquettishness she herself hadn't noticed.
It was like a feather tickling the heart.
"Almost done."
His Adam's apple moved slightly.
His voice was inexplicably hoarser.
Her flushed cheeks and moist eyes were all challenging his self-control.
"Keep squirming," he suddenly tightened his grip.
His eyes darkened like the night.
"I can't guarantee what will happen next."
Vivian froze instantly.
The desire swirling in his eyes was too obvious.
It felt like her ankle was on fire, burning all the way to her heart.
She held her breath, not even daring to blink.
Only when the sound of the door closing echoed did she collapse onto the sofa.
Had Liam Sullivan really let her go just like that?
She gasped for air.
She released the pillow she had been clutching out of shape.
Every second just now felt like walking on the edge of a cliff.
One misstep would have meant eternal damnation.
Now that the danger had passed, exhaustion washed over her like a tide.
Yawns came one after another.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
She slumped into the corner of the sofa.
In her daze, she seemed to hear faint footsteps in the distance.
But she could no longer hold onto her heavy consciousness.
Just before darkness completely swallowed her vision, she thought she saw a tall, slender shadow standing silently outside the door.