Chapter 321

Vivian Bennett gazed at the rain tracing paths down the windowpane.

Her thoughts drifted for a moment.

The dream from last night surfaced again.

In it, Liam Sullivan walked toward a wedding altar in formal attire.

She shook her head irritably, trying to dispel memories of him.

Closing her eyes to focus, drowsiness crept over her.

She suddenly remembered his stern warning against sleeping in the bathtub.

Why was she thinking of him again?

She let out a soft sigh into the humid air.

The bubbles on the water's surface parted and drifted away.

Gathering and scattering, unpredictable.

Her weariness gradually dissolved with the rising steam.

Vivian stepped out of the tub, dressed in her professional attire, and headed to the office.

In the PR department, she brewed a cup of rose tea.

The dried buds slowly unfurled in the hot water.

Layer by layer, the petals bloomed, releasing a subtle fragrance.

She had only taken her first sip when Thomas Carter called an emergency meeting.

A client had sued Sullivan Group.

This project was originally Emily Davis's responsibility.

Rumors said the big boss, Liam Sullivan, already knew.

After the meeting, Emily looked deeply worried.

"Vivian, will I be fired?" she asked, gripping Vivian's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, these things happen," Vivian reassured her softly.

Emily frowned. "But Mr. Sullivan is involved this time, and the client has powerful connections…"

A phone rang abruptly.

Liam Sullivan's name appeared on the screen.

His low voice came through the receiver.

"Come up."

In the past, Vivian might have made an excuse.

But for Emily's sake, she had to go.

She took the private elevator directly to the top floor.

Liam was still in a meeting. His secretary brought her coffee.

She rose from the sofa and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Unease spread through her.

How should she plead for Emily?

Would he even care?

Or would he outright refuse her request?

Outside, the rain began again.

Sunshine was a rare sight during Seattle's rainy season.

The office remained unchanged from her last visit.

Dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled.

Skyscrapers pierced the cloud layer like black swords aimed at the heavens.

A precarious heaven tilting within the storm.

A perfume bottle on the corner of the desk caught her eye.

She picked up the glass bottle and gently opened the cap.

Familiar footsteps sounded behind her.

Liam Sullivan opened the door and entered.

The rain formed a backdrop, outlining her slender figure.

Her soft profile appeared hazy in the rainy light.

She turned to look at him, her complexion much better than during her illness.

Their gazes met in the air.

Clear eyes meeting profound depth.

He lifted his chin slightly and walked steadily closer.

He placed a file lightly on the desk.

His arm encircled her waist, bracing against the desk edge.

He drew near slowly.