Chapter 347
Vivian Bennett opened her mouth to complain.
A pair of polished leather shoes entered her vision.
She looked up.
She glared at the newcomer with annoyance.
"It's just a meal."
"Was all this trouble really necessary?"
Liam Sullivan's expression remained calm and unreadable.
He showed no emotion whatsoever.
His gaze swept over her knees from his superior height.
His brows suddenly furrowed tightly.
He immediately pulled out his phone.
"Ryan Johnson......"
Vivian slept unusually deeply over the weekend.
She didn't wake until two in the afternoon.
She sat up, supporting her sore lower back.
Images from last night surfaced in her mind.
Liam had used every possible position to force her to promise.
She could never go out drinking again.
That scoundrel.
She had only had a few drinks with Sophia Miller.
Was his overbearing brutality really necessary?
Vivian rubbed her aching forehead.
She washed up and changed clothes.
She walked straight to the study.
That workaholic.
He wouldn't be idle even on a weekend.
She pushed the door open.
The man was focused intently on his computer.
His meticulous expression made her both ashamed and strangely moved.
They say a man is most attractive when he's seriously working.
She softened her footsteps as she approached.
Liam watched her cat-like movements.
A low chuckle escaped him.
With a tug of his wrist, he pulled her into his embrace.
His clean, crisp scent washed over her.
Vivian looked at his perfectly defined jawline.
Her cheeks warmed slightly.
Liam encircled her slender body with his arms.
His fingers continued typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Vivian sat obediently on his lap.
She watched the dense data on the screen.
It was some kind of analytical report.
But she couldn't understand any of it.
After more than ten minutes.
Liam finally finished his work.
He closed the computer and scooped her up affectionately.
He carried her downstairs.
Vivian's slender arms wrapped around his neck.
She asked softly, "Don't you get tired of looking at numbers all day?"
Liam chuckled low in his throat.
He leaned down and captured her rosy lips.
He had long known this woman hated numbers.
Every time she saw dense data.
Her delicate brows would always furrow.
Vivian leaned back in his arms.
Before she could regain her senses, she began to struggle.
Liam didn't allow her to retreat.
His intense kiss plunged deep.
It thoroughly scrambled her thoughts.
Their lingering kiss lasted a long time before finally ceasing.
Liam suppressed the restlessness within him.
Breathing heavily, he set her down on a dining chair.
Vivian abruptly came to her senses.
Her fair face was flushed.
Her eyes were dazed, her lips glistening.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Liam's eyes darkened.
He gritted his teeth inwardly: such a tormenting little temptress.
Vivian sat there.
Watching the man's tall figure move busily in the kitchen.
The cold severity from work had faded.
Replaced by a more domestic warmth.
A wave of warmth surged in her heart.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously lifted into a happy smile.