Chapter 284
Vivian Bennett tossed and turned in bed.
The driver's words echoed in her mind. "Boss Liam is sick."
Before she left, he had pressed the keys to the neighboring apartment into her hand.
The keychain felt heavy, weighing down her heart.
She understood this was Liam Sullivan's intention.
He wanted to see her.
The night deepened, but sleep eluded her.
Vivian threw off the covers and sat up.
She changed her clothes and left her apartment.
The pharmacy near the gated community entrance was still lit.
She bought fever reducer medicine and cooling patches.
Then she went to a porridge shop and ordered a simple congee to go.
Standing before the neighboring apartment door, she took a deep breath.
She inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently.
The living room was spacious and tidy.
It carried his unique, crisp scent.
Vivian placed the congee on the coffee table.
She carried the medicine bag toward the bedroom.
The man lay on the large bed.
His suit jacket was tossed carelessly aside.
He wore a dress shirt and a vest.
His tie hung loosely around his neck.
His brows were tightly furrowed in his feverish sleep.
Fine beads of sweat dotted his temples.
Vivian reached out to touch his forehead.
The scalding heat made her fingers jerk back.
She opened the medicine box and brought a glass of water.
"Liam Sullivan, wake up." She gently patted his burning cheek.
The man showed no response. His breathing was heavy.
Vivian's heart clenched abruptly.
He was always so dominant and forceful.
She had never seen him look so vulnerable.
Just last night, he had pinned her beneath him, taking his fill.
Now he lay feverish and unconscious.
Was it because being her antidote had been too taxing?
Her fingertips unconsciously brushed over his thin lips.
They say men with thin lips are the most heartless.
But he...
Before her sigh could fully form, her fingers were suddenly enveloped in a scorching grasp.
Vivian looked up, startled.
She met a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Liam Sullivan stared fixedly at her.
A chilling coldness filled his gaze.
"Get out."
The icy word struck her face.
The blood in Vivian's veins froze instantly.
He flung her hand away.
His eyes held disgust, as if looking at something filthy.
Shame burned hot across her cheeks.
She clenched her fists.
Her nails dug deeply into her palms.
If it weren't for his illness...
If it weren't for the driver's desperate pleas...
If it weren't for how he had protected her last night...
Why would she subject herself to this humiliation?
Her eyes began to sting uncontrollably.
"Fine, I'm leaving." Her voice trembled. "The medicine is on the bedside table. The congee is in the living room. Take care of yourself, Boss Liam."
Her nose ached fiercely. She forced back the tears.
As she turned, her wrist was suddenly grabbed with force.
Vivian turned back in shock.
The man still stared coldly at her.
His palm was frighteningly hot.
She struggled fiercely, but his grip only tightened.
Her wrist bone felt close to shattering.
Resentment and anger churned in her chest.
What did he actually want?
He told her to get out, yet now he wouldn't let go.
His scorching body heat transmitted through her skin.
Her heartbeat suddenly spiraled out of control.
In their stalemate, he gave a sharp, forceful pull.
Vivian lost her balance.
She fell helplessly into his burning embrace.