Chapter 462

Vivian Bennett's eyes widened in disbelief.

She simply could not comprehend such extravagant spending.

"You donated a fortune without blinking, just to experience some fleeting feeling?"

Her understanding of Liam Sullivan's capricious nature was once again shattered.

This man acted solely on his whims.

Perhaps it was precisely because he lacked genuine intent that he could act so recklessly.

Liam chuckled softly, his eyes shimmering with mesmerizing ripples.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive lobe.

"Who said I donated to play the saint?"

His voice was low like the night wind, laced with amusement.

"That money was donated for you."

Vivian's heart trembled.

She turned her face away, avoiding his overly intimate proximity.

"I don't have that much influence over you."

Her voice carried detachment, her lashes lowered to conceal her emotions.

Liam spread his hands helplessly, a lazy smile curling his lips.

"So unromantic. I'm trying so hard to please you, and you don't even show a hint of appreciation."

He sighed deliberately. "Other women would have thrown themselves into my arms by now."

Vivian lifted her indifferent face against the backlight.

"Appreciation requires sincerity. Fake performances aren't worth emotional investment."

Liam's eyes darkened slightly, finally dropping his playful demeanor.

"Fine, I admit it. I donated to get in and keep an eye on you."

His tone turned cold abruptly, carrying a dangerous edge.

"And sure enough, I caught you fooling around."

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

"I only looked away for a moment, and you're already flirting with two different men."

He narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. "Your appetite is quite large, isn't it?"

Vivian gritted her teeth in anger.

"This seating was arranged by the conference, not me!"

She glared at him fiercely, flames of fury burning in her eyes.

Liam raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't have to talk to them."

"I'm not mute!" Vivian nearly laughed in exasperation. "You want to forbid normal social interaction? Why don't you just lock me up!"

"All affairs start with 'normal social interaction'," Liam sneered, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Vivian turned away, her chest heaving violently.

"Unreasonable!"

She no longer wanted to argue with this obsessive man.

The old Liam was domineering, but at least he gave her some breathing room.

Now he was like a complete madman, wanting to tie her to his belt.

This suffocating possessiveness was driving her insane.

Liam sensed her nearing breaking point and finally relented.

For the entire three-hour meeting, he didn't disturb her again.

He simply lowered his head to fiddle with his phone, handling some unknown business.

As the meeting ended, the crowd began to stir.

The blond man glanced at Liam, then gave Vivian a regretful smile.

"I wanted to invite you to dinner, but it seems you're already taken."

Vivian was taken aback.

Liam had actually been right.

Her romantic luck had been absurdly strong lately.

Liam smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingertips gently stroking her side.

"I suggest you don't get any ideas about her." He looked at the blond man, a dangerous curve on his lips. "I get very scary when I'm jealous."

The blond man felt a chill down his spine under his gaze, but couldn't help asking, "How scary?"

A dark glint flashed in Liam's eyes.