Chapter 378

The night was deep and dark.

Streetlights cast a soft glow, outlining a tall, slender figure of a man.

He leaned casually against his car, a cigarette held between his fingers.

In the haze of smoke, his sharply defined features appeared exceptionally handsome.

He was a man of utterly bewitching allure.

Vivian Bennett’s heart skipped a beat.

She rushed toward him without a second thought, throwing herself heavily into his arms.

Liam Sullivan caught her soft form and chuckled deeply. "In such a hurry to throw yourself at me?"

"Who's throwing themselves at you?" Vivian pinched his waist in flustered annoyance. "Weren't you supposed to wait for me? Why are you at my doorstep?"

This man was too infuriating.

He was right downstairs, yet he deliberately kept it from her.

A captivating smile curled at the corner of Liam's lips.

He bent his head close to her ear, his warm breath brushing her cheek. "I missed you."

His deep, husky voice sent shivers through Vivian's entire body.

She leaned into his embrace, her strength to resist completely gone.

Liam simply carried her into the car.

The car sped toward Emerald Estate.

Cool breezes whispered outside the window, but inside the car, it was as warm as spring.

Liam held the steering wheel with one hand and gripped her hand tightly with the other.

Vivian could feel the scorching heat of his palm.

Blushing, she tried to pull away. "Let go first. Focus on driving."

Liam watched her shy, flustered expression, his eyes darkening.

He accelerated, heading straight for their destination.

The moment the car entered the garage, Liam unbuckled his seatbelt and pressed her into the seat.

The temperature inside the car suddenly soared.

Two people who had longed for each other became tightly entangled.

Liam's kisses fell like rain.

From her forehead to her eyes, from the tip of her nose to her collarbone.

Vivian initially tried to hold onto her rationality.

But under the man's relentless assault, that last shred of reason quickly crumbled.

She didn't even remember how they made it back to the bedroom.

She only recalled sinking, weak and boneless, into the large bed, too lazy to even lift a finger.

But Liam still refused to let her go.

As if he wanted to make up for all the days of missing her.

The temperature in the bedroom steadily climbed.

Blush-inducing sounds echoed through the night.

When she woke the next day, Vivian felt aches all over her body.

Her legs were so weak she could barely stand.

Frustrated, she pounded the mattress.

Liam Sullivan was a liar.

All that talk about being gentle, all that talk about being careful.

Nothing but lies.

She would never believe his sweet bedroom promises again.

The aroma of food drifted from the kitchen.

Liam was busy at the stove.

The setting sun cast a golden glow around him.

His tall, straight posture exuded an exceptionally noble and imposing aura.

Vivian stood at the top of the stairs, her heart suddenly melting into a pool of spring water.

Could there be any more beautiful scene in life?

A deeply loved man, willing to cook for her.