Chapter 323
Liam Sullivan tightened his arms around her.
They both gazed out through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The city lights glittered brilliantly outside.
Inside, the room was utterly silent.
He suddenly cupped her face in his hands.
His voice was low. "You didn't come to beg me for something. You don't need anything from me."
"Then why did you come here today?"
Vivian Bennett met his gaze directly.
A moment later, her eyelids fluttered down.
As if bewitched, her lips parted slightly. "Kiss me."
His fingertip gently brushed the tip of her nose.
His thin lips descended upon hers.
Vivian stumbled backward.
Liam Sullivan steadied her with a firm grip on her waist.
Between the melding of their lips, he chuckled softly. "Remember, you asked me to kiss you."
"Otherwise, I would have made you regret it."
His gaze was dark and detached.
She knew he meant every word.
She didn't understand why she had come either.
Not to beg him.
Not because she happened to be passing by.
And certainly not with some hidden agenda.
Her mind was a complete blank.
She trembled slightly as she returned his kiss.
She closed her eyes.
From the desk to the chair.
She sank deeper step by step.
Plunging into a gentle vortex.
Dark clouds gathered in her mind.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside.
The rain soaked her heart with dampness.
She suddenly remembered that dream in the bathtub.
In the dream, he wore a pristine white suit.
He rarely wore such bright colors.
He always preferred black and gray.
Elegant and steady, yet hiding a wildness beneath.
But in the dream, he looked astonishingly handsome in white.
A bride in a wedding gown was on his arm.
Her face was unclear.
But it definitely wasn't her.
The rain pattered softly.
Her stockings felt cool against her skin.
Damp strands of hair clung to her temples.
A shiver, like an electric current, ran through her entire body.
She kept falling into a dark whirlpool.
She closed her eyes.
That pure white dream surfaced repeatedly.
The blurry bride in his arms.
She began to struggle.
The dream world was vibrant with color.
Only she was gray.
All the joy had nothing to do with her.
He didn't belong to her either.
She couldn't go on like this.
Outside, the rain poured down in sheets.
Her world was raining too.
She followed his rhythm.
Sometimes urgent, sometimes lingering.
She bit his shoulder.
He was in pain.
She was in even more pain.
It was the only revenge she could give him.
But seeing the bloody teeth marks, she felt no happiness.
Only an endless sense of loss.
Finally, he leaned down.
He gently kissed away her tears.