Chapter 687

Every woman feels a special joy when buying clothes for her boyfriend.

Vivian Bennett was no exception.

Liam Sullivan looked down at the clothes he was wearing, his voice gentle.

"This is what you bought for me. It fits perfectly, doesn't it? It's my favorite."

Because she bought it, it felt especially warm when he wore it.

That uniquely meaningful feeling made it particularly precious to him.

This piece of clothing held their beautiful memories.

"Yes, it looks very good on you," Vivian said sincerely, even allowing a hint of a smile.

She didn't want to argue with him.

Being peaceful and warm like this wasn't bad either.

Originally, this dinner held no meaning.

But she had made excuses, saying it was to lower his guard first.

Yet, looking at his expression now, he held no guard against her at all.

Even if she were to kill him, he wouldn't resist.

She was just making excuses.

Wanting to spend one more evening with him before everything ended.

To reminisce about this deep affection.

"You look very beautiful tonight too," Liam said, seeing her smile, which instantly made him happier.

"This red dress is truly lovely."

Tonight, she seemed to have returned to how she was before.

No sharp sarcasm, no coldness.

So calm, even a little gentle.

It made him feel almost overwhelmed with favor.

Vivian looked down at herself.

This dress was newly bought on a whim, the tags just cut off.

She had also dressed up a little, making herself look prettier, not worn out.

Even at the final moment, she still hoped for a bit of beauty.

"Thank you."

The atmosphere softened.

The food in the hot pot bubbled and steamed, making both of them feel a deep warmth in the winter.

Liam thoughtfully added ingredients for her.

He would let them cook, then cool them slightly before placing them in her bowl.

When eating fish, he would meticulously remove all the bones before letting her have it.

Vivian ate the food he served, watching him focus entirely on taking care of her without eating anything himself. A sour, bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

"You should eat too," she said, placing a piece of meat into his bowl.

"Okay," Liam replied, feeling his heart grow even sweeter.

She actually served him food.

My God, this was major progress.

Did this mean she disliked him a little less?

This was wonderful. Tonight was truly worthwhile.

Although he didn't understand why she was so cold this morning but seemed to have changed quite a bit after going out.

But as long as it was good for him, that was all that mattered.

Throughout the meal, Liam ate happily.

He completely ignored his sore throat, which shouldn't have handled hot pot, and ate quite a lot anyway.

"You're sweating a lot," Vivian remarked, surprised to see him drenched in sweat.

Liam quickly wiped his forehead, forcing a smile and saying it was nothing.

Because he was too excited, he actually felt dizzier.

It made him feel waves of discomfort.

Vivian took a deep breath, her voice growing dim.

"Let's go then. I still need to visit a friend. You'll accompany me."

This farewell meal was finished.

What needed to be done, she wouldn't hesitate over.