Chapter 618

Her words pierced his heart like an ice pick.

He couldn't bear her resolute turn away.

Vivian Bennett stopped walking.

But she did not turn back.

"It's useless," she said, her voice unnervingly calm.

"Once I've decided something, no one can change it."

This time, her resolve was firmer than ever.

She never wanted anyone else to control her destiny again.

Liam Sullivan slammed a small booklet onto the table.

Suppressing his fury, he fixed her with an icy stare.

"Tell me," his voice was low and dangerous. "What is this?"

"Aren't you planning to take it back?"

Vivian looked back, puzzled.

Her gaze fell on the booklet on the table.

Her face instantly paled.

She hurried back, reaching out to snatch it.

But Liam was faster, closing his hand around it first.

His gaze was sharp as a blade.

Vivian grew frantic. "Give me back my passport!"

"Planning a trip abroad soon?" Liam held the passport, his tone deceptively gentle.

"Why didn't I know you were applying for a permanent residence permit for Country A?"

"If you wanted to go, you could have just given me your passport."

"I could have had it processed quickly."

"Why go through the hassle of applying like a regular person?"

Vivian clenched her fingers.

Seeing her passport in his hand filled her with panic.

With it in his possession, her plans to leave the country were completely ruined.

She had been extremely careful about this.

To avoid his detection, she hadn't used any connections.

She had wanted to apply quietly.

Yet, he had still found out.

Anger flushed Vivian's pale face.

She looked at him with disappointment and frustration.

"Have you been monitoring me?" she demanded.

"You had my passport held at the embassy?"

"By what right? Give it back! That's my private matter!"

Liam sat down calmly at the edge of the table, passport in hand.

"With me, you have no privacy," he stated flatly.

"I have the right to know all your secrets."

"Because I am your husband."

Vivian let out a cold laugh.

"You seem to forget," she said, enunciating each word clearly.

"You're not even my fiancé."

"We never got engaged."

"And I have no intention of marrying you."

Liam's pupils contracted.

A flash of pained hurt flickered deep in his eyes.

He suppressed his emotions and gave a careless smile.

"That's fine," he said.

"If we're not engaged, we can just get married directly."

"Then I will be your husband."

"And I will have the right to know your movements."

If he hadn't sensed something off about her behavior lately, he wouldn't have paid attention.

Only after discovering she had visited the embassy of Country A did he learn she had applied for a visa.

For long-term residence.

The implication behind it was something he didn't dare dwell on.

Only anger and sorrow churned within him.

He hadn't dared to bring it up with her.

Afraid his suspicions might be true.

So he pretended not to know.

He accelerated the wedding preparations.

He carefully tried to please her.

Step by step, he worked to keep her by his side.

To not let her leave his sight.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Vivian raised her voice.

"Liam Sullivan, stop deluding yourself."

"I. Said. I. Will. Not. Marry. You."

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

Her clear voice echoed through the grand hall.

Not only did Liam hear it perfectly.

Even the servants outside heard, their faces turning pale with fear.

"Not marry me?" Liam tightened his grip on the passport.

"Then what do you plan to do? Run away abroad?"

"Don't even think about it."

Her words were cold and merciless.

Like a knife, they stabbed straight into his heart.

The pain was so sharp he could barely breathe.