Chapter 41

His eyes were bottomless, reflecting only her panicked expression.

Vivian Bennett's heart raced.

Her hands pressed against his hard chest.

"Don't get so close..." Her voice trembled slightly.

Liam Sullivan didn't retreat.

Instead, he leaned in closer.

"No."

Vivian widened her eyes, glaring at him. "You..."

Liam's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her entirely into his embrace.

Her soft body molded against his.

A dark glint passed through his eyes.

"Let me go, now..."

Vivian's voice rose in pitch with urgency. "We're on a public street. People will see..."

His luxury limousine was already eye-catching.

Passersby turned to look.

Parked at the entrance of the night market, it was especially conspicuous.

Liam's thin lips brushed her ear. "So you mean it's fine if we go somewhere private?"

"..." Vivian was momentarily speechless.

That wasn't her meaning at all.

Before she could refute, Liam had already opened the car door and pushed her into the back seat.

Once inside, Vivian immediately broke free from his hold.

She shrank to the farthest corner, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"Don't come near me..."

Seeing Liam about to approach again, she urgently stopped him.

Liam's gaze darkened.

Her defensive posture, as if he were a thief, displeased him greatly.

He suddenly grabbed her ankle, dragging her beneath him.

His solid chest pressed against her softness.

He looked down at her, his gaze intense and complex.

Tears welled in Vivian's eyes, filled with panic and helplessness.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, about to speak—

Liam suddenly lowered his head and kissed her neck.

"Ah!"

Vivian turned her head away in fright.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice shook.

"Be my woman." Liam's husky voice brushed past her ear.

"I said no!" Vivian retorted urgently.

Liam's nose touched hers, his deep gaze locking onto her. "Then what do you want?"

Vivian's slender fingers clutched his lapels, trying to push him away.

"I don't want anything..."

If she truly wanted something, it was for him to stay away from her.

But she didn't dare say that out loud.

Afraid of angering the man on top of her.

"Three months. Just three months." Liam's profound eyes stared intently at her. "I can grant you one condition."

Vivian was about to refuse when she heard his low voice add, "Any condition at all."

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Really? Any condition I ask for?" After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked.

"Of course." Liam nodded.

A calculating glint flashed in Vivian's eyes.

Just be his woman for three months, and in exchange, she could ask for anything?

Then Grandma's illness...

Could it be saved?

Ever since her mother passed away, her father remarried and had a son.

She had been driven out of the White family and could only rely on her grandmother.

But Grandma was getting older, and her health was declining every day.