Chapter 393

Liam Sullivan's eyes snapped open.

His gaze was dark as ink, calm yet detached.

At least on the surface.

The car sped through the streets.

It took only half an hour from the airport to the hotel.

The car door opened.

Liam stepped out.

He was about to move forward when his peripheral vision caught two women walking and laughing.

His gaze sharpened instantly.

His brow furrowed slightly as he watched Vivian Bennett and Sophia Miller chatting cheerfully.

She wore a light blue polo shirt and faded jeans.

The wind tousled her long hair, and she casually tucked a few stray strands behind her ear.

Revealing her delicate and elegant profile.

He stood rigidly in place.

Watching her radiant smile, all the suppressed torment inside him churned violently.

No amount of restraint could quell it.

As she drew closer, the urge to act nearly overwhelmed him.

His expression remained calm, but a storm was brewing beneath the surface.

His thin lips parted, and he called out in a low voice, "Vivian."

Vivian's smile froze on her face.

She looked up at the man now standing mere steps away.

Liam Sullivan?

Her heart gave a violent jolt.

Why was he here?

Had he come for her?

Vivian's heartbeat accelerated wildly.

Seeing his tall, imposing figure, his innate nobility and oppressive aura.

She almost turned to flee.

She knew that expression all too well.

The calmer he seemed, the more furious he truly was.

Remembering his past actions, Vivian schooled her features and spoke with feigned composure. "What are you doing here?"

Liam's suppressed emotions had long since crumbled.

He couldn't tolerate her cold, distant attitude.

He was instantly provoked.

He strode forward abruptly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Without allowing any resistance, he hoisted Vivian over his shoulder.

"Ah! You brute! Put me down!" Vivian struggled uncomfortably.

Sophia watched their tense standoff, but ultimately did not intervene.

She watched them disappear from view and shook her head gently.

Liam's possessiveness was too strong.

He had tracked them down after only two days.

Thinking of a certain oblivious person, a faint sense of loss washed over her.

......

Liam carried Vivian straight into the hotel.

The manager, recognizing the guest, approached respectfully. "Mr. Sullivan, your room key."

His expression turned awkward and puzzled upon seeing the woman slung over Liam's shoulder.

Liam ignored the look, took the key card, and entered the elevator.

Vivian burned with humiliation.

Even though it was late, several sets of eyes in the lobby had turned their way.

She fumed and shouted, "Liam Sullivan, put me down, you jerk!"

The man angrily swatted her backside.

His voice was low and stern. "Vivian, shut up. Or I'll do something even more jerkish."

"......"

Vivian's heart sank. She pressed her lips together and fell silent.