Chapter 340
Vivian Bennett’s gaze fell on the men's suit in the walk-in closet.
The pure black fabric gleamed with an aristocratic sheen under the light.
Her fingers curled unconsciously.
This suit belonged to Liam Sullivan.
He had left it at her place that stormy night when he drove her home.
She never found the right opportunity to return it.
Her eyes remained fixed on it for several seconds.
She shook her head.
She tried to dispel the chaotic thoughts in her mind.
The more she thought, the more agitated she felt.
She simply turned off the light and lay down.
The moonlight outside her window was hazy.
Tree shadows danced below.
A black Maybach was hidden in the night.
Its sleek lines blended into the darkness.
Liam Sullivan leaned against the car door.
The ember of his cigarette glowed between his fingers.
The night breeze brushed against his slightly wrinkled shirt.
He looked up at the window on the eleventh floor.
He waited until the light had been off for a long time.
Then he stubbed out his cigarette and signaled the driver to leave.
The next evening.
Vivian Bennett leaned against the balcony railing, lost in thought.
Twilight descended.
A sudden red glow appeared on the neighboring balcony.
Her heart clenched.
She turned her head sharply.
Liam Sullivan leaned against the glass door.
A cigarette was held between his fingers.
His outline was blurred by the swirling smoke.
"Did I scare you?" He chuckled softly.
Vivian gripped the railing tightly. "When did you get back?"
He had clearly said he would be away for a week.
Yet here he was.
So the car last night wasn't an illusion.
Liam Sullivan extinguished his cigarette.
He vaulted over the balcony railing.
His shadow enveloped her.
Vivian was forced to step back.
Her back pressed against the cold tiles.
One hand gripped her waist.
The other traced the corner of her lips.
His kiss, tasting of tobacco, descended.
It was both gentle and domineering.
Vivian's breathing became ragged.
Her fingers unconsciously clutched his lapel.
"Come to my place?" He murmured against her earlobe.
Without waiting for an answer, he swept her into his arms.
He carried her directly across the balcony into the adjacent apartment.
The deep blue bed dipped under their weight.
Her dark hair spread out like seaweed.
Her pale skin created a stark contrast against the sheets.
Liam's eyes darkened instantly.
He resembled a leopard that had been lying in wait for too long.
The corners of Vivian's eyes turned red.
Her nails dug into his arms.
Why was he never satisfied?
She was the one begging for mercy.
She was the one losing control.
As her consciousness drifted, she heard her own broken whimpers.
Afterward.
Liam Sullivan carried her sleeping form to clean up.
His phone screen lit up.
He frowned at the caller ID and answered.
"Miss Isabella is lingering outside the residential area."
"She might have found out."
His voice was cold as he ordered. "Prepare the car in the basement."
His thumb stroked the sleeping face of the woman in his arms.
His expression gradually darkened.
Isabella Sullivan had overstepped her bounds.
Half an hour later.
A black sedan drove out of the residential area.
Its dark tinted windows blocked all prying eyes.
The night was as dark as ink.