Chapter 157
His voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
"Come here."
Vivian Bennett kept her back to him, refusing to turn around.
"I want to go home."
She had no desire to be alone with him.
Every time she got close to him, it felt like stepping into unknown danger.
This man was deep and unpredictable.
She couldn't see through him at all.
"Sit down."
Liam Sullivan ignored her refusal and sat directly at the dining table.
His detached tone carried an undeniable force.
Vivian finally turned her head to look at him, confused.
Liam's cold gaze swept over her.
Their eyes met in the air.
His expression was calm, his eyes sharp as knives, radiating overwhelming pressure.
Vivian was the first to look away.
She knew very well that going head-to-head with this man was pointless.
Besides, he had saved her tonight.
If he hadn't shown up in time, that Mr. Richardson would have taken advantage of her.
She had used his bathroom and worn his clothes.
It was better not to anger him further.
"Do you have something to say to me?"
She sat down in the adjacent chair, unable to hold back her question.
Liam glanced at her briefly and picked up his fork and knife.
"Eat first."
"Just say whatever you need to say."
Vivian looked at the exquisite dishes on the table but had no appetite.
"Do you have somewhere to be?" He elegantly picked up a piece of fish, his movements pleasing to the eye.
Vivian wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.
"It's late. I want to go home."
Staying at a man's house this late was highly inappropriate.
No matter what their relationship was, this shouldn't be happening.
Liam's expression instantly darkened.
A surge of inexplicable anger rose within him, as if she had touched a nerve.
He put down his fork and knife, his voice icy.
"You're staying here tonight."
Vivian was stunned, looking at him in disbelief.
"Any other questions?" Liam's gaze was sharp.
"I..." She started to protest.
How could she stay?
"You're injured. I'm responsible." Liam found the perfect excuse.
"This is a work-related injury." He emphasized again.
"But..." Vivian still wanted to argue.
Liam looked away and issued a forceful command.
"Eat!"
Vivian was immediately silenced.
She really didn't want to stay.
Why was he insisting like this?
Could it be?
Remembering what he had said before his business trip, every cell in her body tensed up.
Was he planning to... tonight?
Throughout the meal, Vivian was restless.
The food tasted like sawdust in her mouth.
The moment Liam put down his utensils, she immediately stood up.
"Boss Liam, I'm leaving now..."
Eager to escape, she hurried toward the door.
She hadn't taken two steps before Liam wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up.
"Ah! Let me go!"
Vivian panicked and struggled.
Liam's arm was like an iron vise, giving her no chance to break free.
He carried her directly to the sofa and pinned her down.
Then he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss...
Vivian was terrified out of her wits.
She pressed her hands against his solid chest.
But Liam's kiss was fierce, wild, and burning with intensity...