Chapter 287

He had been sick, but she felt like she had fought a war.

Vivian Bennett ached all over.

She stretched and tucked the blanket around him.

She turned to leave.

The man in bed suddenly opened his eyes.

His deep gaze fixed on her.

Like a predator lurking in the dark.

Liam Sullivan's eyes were cold and intense.

As if he could see right through her.

Vivian's heart skipped a beat.

Her eyelashes fluttered nervously.

She feared he would say something hurtful again.

She spoke stiffly. "You're dreaming. I'm leaving. You won't dream of me again. Goodbye."

Liam watched her quietly for a few seconds.

He said nothing.

He closed his eyes again.

Vivian let out a long breath.

She fled back to her room like she was escaping.

......

Morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom.

Liam woke up right on time.

He looked slightly disoriented at first.

A stubble graced his jaw.

It added a lazy, sexy vibe.

He sat up.

The thin blanket slipped down.

Revealing his toned upper body.

His eyes gradually darkened.

He remembered coming home last night and going straight to bed.

Who took off his suit?

He had severe mysophobia.

He never let anyone get close.

He called his driver with a dark expression.

Five minutes later.

The driver hurried in.

Liam was already wearing a black shirt.

The collar was slightly open.

Revealing the outline of his firm pectoral muscles.

"Mr. Sullivan, is your fever gone?" the driver asked with concern.

Liam rubbed his temples.

His expression was stern.

"Did you change my clothes last night?"

The driver quickly waved his hands. "It was Miss Bennett..."

Liam interrupted coldly. "You let a woman into my room?"

He always hated such arrangements.

He had kept himself clean for years.

Some even doubted his sexuality.

The driver hurried to explain. "It was Miss Vivian Bennett."

Liam narrowed his phoenix eyes.

He tried hard to recall fragments from last night.