Chapter 322

His deep eyes locked onto her.

His thin lips curved upward.

His low, husky voice drifted slowly through the air.

"You were very obedient today."

"You came up so quickly."

Vivian Bennett looked up at him.

A sly smile touched her red lips.

She suddenly raised her wrist.

Aiming the perfume bottle at his neck.

Just as she was about to press down—

Liam Sullivan swiftly grabbed her wrist.

He gave it a gentle twist.

Turning her entire body around.

Pinning her down on the sofa.

His chin rested against the hollow of her shoulder.

His arm wrapped around her slender waist.

Warm breath brushed past her ear.

"Is this how you ask for a favor?"

Vivian was slightly stunned.

He obviously knew about Emily Davis.

He also knew they were close.

That was why she was here.

Outside the window, rain poured down heavily.

Leaden-gray curtains of rain mixed with dark clouds.

Like a black river with turbulent undercurrents.

The entire floor-to-ceiling window was clear as a mirror.

Standing here felt like being above the clouds.

Liam held her from behind.

They both gazed at this illusory world below.

In the distance, tides rose and fell.

He leaned against the edge of the desk.

She leaned back into his embrace.

Breathing in his familiar scent.

She suddenly remembered the suit hanging in her apartment this morning.

Smoke-gray with a glossy finish.

She had approached it.

Pressed her cheek gently against the fabric.

As if she could still feel the warmth he left behind.

Like being held tightly by him.

"I told your manager."

"Not to touch Emily Davis for now."

His voice was especially gentle amidst the sound of rain.

Vivian's lips curved slightly.

She let out a soft laugh.

"I knew you would come to me."

Her voice was cold and flippant. "You guessed everything right."

Her fingertips brushed against the watch strap on his wrist.

Caressing the cool metal texture.

Liam rested his chin on top of her head.

A faint dampness drifted from her hair.

Mixing with the familiar subtle scent of roses.

Soft and alluring.

"Here."

"You can ask anything of me."

"Ask you to beg?"

"That might not be impossible."

Vivian laughed without emotion. "But I have nothing to ask for."

"Then why did you come?"

She paused for a moment.

Finally, she spoke softly. "I don't know."

What did it matter if he deliberately forced her to come?

She didn't understand why she had come.

Those two words, "come here," from that phone call.

Were like a giant whirlpool.

Sucking her in.

Falling endlessly.

Plummeting into a bottomless abyss.

Shattering into pieces seemed almost inevitable.

She knew that if she just asked him.

All her problems would be solved.

In front of him, she always got whatever she wanted.

But right now, she didn't need any of that.

She didn't know why she had come.

They had both been busy lately.

She couldn't even remember the last time they met.

He seemed to still care about making her sick that night on the beach.

He raised his hand, pressing the back of it against her forehead.

Both their skins carried the coolness of the rainy day.

No longer burning hot like before.

"Much better." Liam chuckled softly.

"Recovering well."

"You must have taken your medicine obediently."

Vivian remained silent.