Chapter 319

Vivian Bennett remained silent.

Her gaze drifted out the window, lost in thought.

The horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Morning light slowly pierced through the heavy night sky.

The entire city still slept.

All was quiet, as if only the two of them existed in the world.

After a moment, her voice was soft as a whisper, almost carried away by the wind.

"I dreamed you got married."

Liam Sullivan's movements paused slightly.

He turned off the hair dryer, his brow furrowing gently.

"What?"

"Nothing." Vivian pressed her hand over his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

"Liam Sullivan, I want to sleep."

"Tired?"

"Yes." She nodded against his shoulder.

Her damp hair clung to his neck.

Her warm breath heated his skin.

Liam set down the dryer.

He pulled her closer by the waist and switched off the lamp.

Darkness enveloped the room once more.

He held her as they lay down.

"I rarely got sick before." Vivian's voice was muffled, her hot breath scalding his shoulder. "I hate hospitals. I hate medicine even more."

"Hmm." He responded quietly.

"It's all your fault." She bit her lip. "I hate you."

The man chuckled lowly.

His arms tightened, pulling her closer.

Fatigue washed over him like a tide.

He closed his eyes, feeling her cold body gradually warm against his.

"Liam Sullivan."

"Hmm."

"I hate you."

"You already said that." His voice was hoarse, his palm gently patting her back. "Sleep. I'm exhausted."

The next morning at seven.

Liam was already fully dressed.

He had slept lightly through the night.

His breathing had synced with hers until daybreak.

His assistant delivered a freshly pressed suit and shirt.

He showered and changed, then turned to find her awake.

She curled on the bed, her eyes seductive and sleepy.

Weariness lingered between her brows.

Liam adjusted his tie and walked to the bedside.

He pressed his palm to her forehead.

Her fever had broken.

The thin sheet half-covered her body.

Her pale legs tangled with the bedding, revealing soft curves.

She looked like a dehydrated gardenia, fragile and delicate.

As he started to rise, her fingers suddenly hooked his sleeve.

Crimson nail polish tapped against his diamond cufflink.

Warm fingertips brushed against his wrist.

The man's expression remained cool.

He glanced at the blue sky outside, then checked his watch.

He cupped her face in his palm.

"Remember to take your medicine."

Vivian opened her mouth to speak, but his thumb pressed against her lips.

Silencing any sharp words.

His eyes were cold, but his tone gentle.

"Cold medicine. Don't make me feed it to you."

She turned away, refusing to look at him.

The door clicked softly.

Footsteps faded down the hall.

Vivian stared at the empty bed.

Memories of last night's dream left her with an inexplicable emptiness.

Sleepiness washed over her again.

She closed her eyes and sank into slumber.

When she woke again, sunlight stabbed at her eyes.

She glanced at the clock and jolted awake.

It was almost eleven.