Chapter 195
Zachary Hudson lounged lazily against the headboard.
A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I did want to leave," he drawled.
His gaze swept over her pale face with deliberate ambiguity.
"But you clung to me desperately last night."
"You refused to let go no matter what."
He deliberately prolonged his tone.
"You were so... enthusiastic."
"I could only reluctantly stay and keep you company for the night."
Vivian Bennett's pupils constricted violently.
His words hit her like a sledgehammer to the heart.
Was it really her who initiated it?
No.
That was absolutely impossible!
She suddenly remembered the incense Brandon White lit last night.
That sedative must have been laced with something else.
That's why she lost her senses.
Even actively threw herself at him?
The thought made her blood run cold.
Zachary observed her reaction intently.
He had originally intended to tell the truth.
But seeing her world-shattered expression...
As if sleeping with him was some ultimate disgrace.
Since when did Zachary Hudson become so undesirable?
Countless women lined up to get into his bed.
Yet she looked like she had been defiled.
Annoying.
Extremely annoying.
He decided to go with the misconception.
Vivian's fingertips turned icy.
The mere thought of sleeping with Zachary made her head throb painfully.
Liam Sullivan's face inexplicably flashed through her mind.
If he found out...
Before she could even become Liam's woman...
His arch-rival had taken advantage of her first.
What would he think?
Even though she was framed.
Zachary admired her flushed cheeks.
A trace of triumph flickered in his eyes.
He suddenly leaned in close.
His fingertips traced her collarbone with a frivolous touch.
"Since it's already come to this..."
"Why don't we..."
He had wanted to touch her for a long time.
Last night was pure torture.
Now was the perfect opportunity to go with the flow.
"Get away from me!" Vivian shoved him away violently.
She jumped off the bed barefoot.
She grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor.
She frantically pulled them on.
Staying another second felt suffocating.
Zachary's eyes darkened.
Rejected again.
This woman kept trampling on his pride.
Since when had Zachary Hudson ever been so defeated by a woman?
"Do you hate my touch that much?" His voice turned cold.
"Yes." Vivian's hands trembled as she fastened her buttons.
Her tone was resolute.
Last night was an accident.
Consider it a dog bite.
Now she was sober.
She would never let him succeed again.