Chapter 202

She wanted to take some nice photos to send to her cousin.

The peach grove was still in full bloom at the end of spring.

Pink petals layered thickly on the branches.

From a distance, it looked like a rosy cloud.

The air was filled with a sweet, fresh fragrance.

Vivian Bennett moved through the trees with her DSLR camera.

She stood on her toes, trying to capture a butterfly's image.

A pair of polished men's leather dress shoes suddenly entered the frame.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Why would a man appear here so suddenly?

As she lowered the camera.

Liam Sullivan's stern face came into view.

He stood under a peach tree, watching her.

He still wore the black suit from yesterday.

The collar of his dress shirt was casually open.

His tall, lean figure stood out sharply among the flower shadows.

He looked like a model from a fashion magazine.

Vivian remembered his coldness yesterday.

And that dangerous entanglement in the car.

She turned immediately to leave.

Liam quickly caught up and grasped her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

His voice held a trace of anger.

Vivian lowered her eyes and spoke distantly.

"Mr. Sullivan, what a coincidence."

His fingers tightened slightly around her wrist.

"So now it's 'Mr. Sullivan'?"

She remembered the times she had intimately called him by his name.

Those memories now felt deeply ironic.

She tried hard to break free from his grip.

But he only held on tighter.

"Speak."

His low voice was icy.

Vivian looked up at his thin, cold lips.

She suddenly recalled something she had read.

Men with thin lips are the most heartless.

Liam's expression grew colder at her silence.

"Have you forgotten everything I said before?"

Vivian's eyelashes fluttered.

What was left to say between them?

"The agreement is terminated. We're done."

She had handled it perfectly.

"I really haven't disturbed you recently."

Except for that time he forcibly took her in his car.

Anger ignited in Liam's eyes.

She made it sound so simple.

"Why was your phone unreachable?"

Vivian was stunned.

He had actually tried to contact her?

Since that day.

She had dragged his number into her block list.

Not bothering each other after a breakup.

Wasn't that the most basic courtesy?