Chapter 33

An electric sensation shot through her hand, making her instinctively pull back.

But he held her firmly in his grasp.

Vivian Bennett bit her lip, utterly helpless against this domineering man.

Inside the car were only her, Liam Sullivan, and Ryan Johnson, who was focused on driving.

If she made a scene, what would Ryan think?

Would he assume she had initiated something with the boss?

Swallowing her frustration, a fine sweat beaded on her temples.

She lifted her gaze to glare at Liam, silently pleading with her eyes for him to let go.

His intense stare felt like it could devour her, filled with raw possessiveness.

Her heart fluttered nervously, and she quickly looked away.

She tried to discreetly free her hand, but his grip only tightened.

The warmth from his fingertips made her pulse race.

Afraid of drawing Ryan's attention, she didn't dare struggle too much.

She could only sit stiffly, allowing him to maintain control.

She prayed silently for Ryan to drive faster and end this torment.

Yet Ryan drove exceedingly slow, even letting other cars overtake them.

Their clasped palms grew damp with a thin layer of sweat, the sticky sensation making her uncomfortable.

She finally spoke up. "Ryan, could you drive a bit faster?"

He glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Is there an emergency?"

Vivian forced a weak smile. "I just want to get home sooner."

"Alright," he replied, pressing down on the accelerator.

The car suddenly surged forward, throwing Vivian off balance.

Liam smoothly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

As she tried to sit up, his broad hand pressed her back down.

The warmth of his touch seeped through her clothes, sending a shiver through her.

A tingling current traveled from her waist to her chest, stealing her breath.

The atmosphere in the car grew thick and heated.

Liam watched her flushed face, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

His rough thumb stroked her side gently, carrying a hint of suggestion.

Her cheeks burned, and her heart pounded like a drum.

Just as she was thinking of how to escape, the car gradually came to a stop.

Ryan turned to inform her. "Vivian, we're here."

She looked out the window at her familiar apartment complex and hurriedly tried to rise.

The arm around her waist didn't budge.

Several attempts to break free were useless.

Did he not want her to get out?

"Vivian?" Ryan asked, puzzled by her delay. "Is everything alright?"

"I... I'm not feeling well," she stammered, trying to explain.

She certainly couldn't say the boss was holding her captive.

Ryan sounded concerned. "What's wrong?"

She managed another weak smile. "Maybe... carsickness?"

Ryan looked surprised. "Carsickness?"

She turned to Liam, her voice trembling. "Mr. Sullivan, I feel sick. May I get out?"

Liam's deep gaze rested on her face, as if seeing right through her.

After a moment, he finally released his hold.