Chapter 623

Sunlight filtered through layers of petals and leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Each ray seemed to carry the breath of life, dancing lightly in the air.

Vivian Bennett opened her eyes to find herself in a sea of dazzling flowers.

She was stunned for a moment, then completely captivated by the pure, natural beauty before her.

A warm breeze brushed her cheeks, carrying the humid, fragrant scent of the tropics.

There was no winter's chill here, only eternal spring.

She felt a moment of disorientation.

How had she suddenly ended up in a place like this?

Was it a dream?

"Awake?"

Liam Sullivan's amused voice came from above.

He leaned over her, the setting sun's afterglow reflected in his eyes, bright and intense.

"I thought you'd sleep until dark and miss this beautiful sunset."

Memory flooded back instantly.

Getting drunk, being taken away by him, and then—

He had brought her here.

Her relaxed mood evaporated halfway.

Vivian pushed herself up, realizing she was lying on a soft, plush cushion.

She frowned, her gaze sharpening as she scanned her surroundings.

"Where is this?"

Liam watched her instantly tense expression, a pang of sorrow flickering in his heart.

But he maintained a gentle smile on his face.

"My private island."

He paused, his gaze deepening as it met hers.

"I originally intended to give it to my wife as a wedding gift."

Vivian was stunned.

An island.

Such an expensive, romantic gift.

Any other woman would probably be moved to tears by now.

But she only felt a heavy weight in her chest, like a massive stone was pressing down.

"I don't want it."

Her voice was cold and hard, without a hint of hesitation.

Liam's smile froze on his face.

His heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

He had poured countless effort and hundreds of millions into transforming this barren island into a dream home.

Every design choice, he had wondered if she would like it.

Every flower and tree, he had hoped to enjoy with her in the future.

Yet she wouldn't even look at it properly before throwing it back at him.

"It's already in your name."

He suppressed the surging emotions, forcing his tone to remain calm.

"The legal documents were finalized long ago. This island belongs to you now."

Vivian bit her lower lip.

After a moment of silence, she lifted her eyes, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"If it's mine, then I can sell it, right?"

She deliberately raised her voice.

"An island this big should fetch a lot of money."

Liam's pupils contracted sharply.

Rage mixed with acute pain instantly burned through his reason.

"Vivian—"

His voice trembled, each word seeming to be squeezed through gritted teeth.

"How can you... say something like that?"

That was their home.

The dream he had built for her with his own hands.

And she could so casually talk about turning it into cold, hard cash.

"If you gave it to me, don't I have the right to dispose of it?"

Vivian didn't retreat; she pressed forward, a challenge in her eyes.

"Or are you actually reluctant to part with it?"