Chapter 288

"Wasn't it a dream?"

His thin lips pressed together, the frost in his eyes quietly melting.

He looked up at the driver, his voice low. "Are you sure it was her?"

The driver nodded confidently. "I personally handed her the spare key. I watched her enter your room."

Liam Sullivan's slender fingers lightly touched his jaw, his gaze deep. "What did you say to her?"

The driver recounted last night's events. "As you instructed, I delivered the gift to Miss Bennett. I also mentioned you were ill..."

Before he finished, the driver looked up anxiously. "Mr. Sullivan, did I make a mistake?"

Liam stepped forward, placing his hand on the driver's shoulder.

The driver held his breath, terrified. But the man's deep voice spoke. "Double your bonus this month."

Vivian Bennett fell asleep as soon as she returned to her room.

The alarm jolted her awake in the early morning. She stumbled drowsily into the bathroom.

Hot water washed over her tired body.

She hurriedly got ready and was about to leave for work.

The elevator doors opened. Her phone rang suddenly.

She answered instinctively. "Hello?"

"Come here."

The man's voice was hoarse, carrying an undeniable authority.

Her heart skipped a beat. "You... didn't go to the office?"

Only a cold dial tone answered her.

She pressed her lips together and put the phone back in her bag.

This man was always so domineering.

She dragged her feet to Liam's door.

She had been worried about his condition since waking up.

Her fingertips hadn't even touched the doorbell when the door suddenly swung open from inside.

Liam pulled her into the room forcefully.

The world spun. He pressed her hard against the wall.

A scorching kiss descended upon her.

He pried her lips apart almost brutally. The punishing kiss made it hard to breathe.

His burning tongue explored every part of her mouth, sending shivers through her.

Vivian retreated step by step. His arm locked tightly around her waist.

Their ragged breaths intertwined in the air. The temperature rose steadily.

Just as her legs weakened and she began to slide down, Liam's arm firmly supported the small of her back.

His clean, smoky scent enveloped her completely.

This kiss was like a violent storm, refusing to be denied.

When she regained her senses, she was already sinking deep into the soft bed.

In her dazed state, she felt like she was in turbulent waves. She could only rise and fall with his rhythm.

When everything settled into calm, Liam's deep eyes reflected her image.

Her jet-black hair spread across the snow-white pillow. Her flushed cheeks were as radiant as peach blossoms.

Vivian lay limp on the bed, unable to move even a fingertip.