Chapter 489

Liam Sullivan's eyes turned icy cold.

His fingers tapped lightly on the desk.

"If we can't force him to talk, perhaps we should try another method to make him speak willingly?" He ended the call before the sentence was fully spoken.

After months of tracking, Isabella Sullivan had finally made her move.

But the cruelty and depravity of her methods still exceeded his expectations.

In that case, he would not sit idly by.

The person he held dear in his heart must be protected by him personally.

Vivian Bennett felt a slight touch on her cheek in her sleep.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting the man's deep gaze.

His cool fingertips were gently tracing the outline of her face.

She couldn't help but smile, gazing at his sharply defined features.

His deep-set eyes held a sharp intensity.

Below his straight nose, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, like a blade forged in ice.

People said that when such a man fell in love, it was with extreme devotion.

But if he grew tired of someone, he would cut them out of his life forever.

She didn't know if meeting him was a blessing or a curse.

She only knew the warmth he gave had already seeped into her bones.

If she lost him, no one else in the world could give her such fervent love.

Liam looked at her dazed smile and scoffed coldly.

"Heartless." It was just as well. A deep sleep had washed away her earlier fear.

He flicked her forehead with his finger.

"Since you're awake, let's eat." As he turned, his clothes stirred a cold breeze.

Vivian jumped out of bed barefoot and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

She rubbed her cheek against his broad back, her voice soft.

"Liam, my face hurts so much..."

His back instantly relaxed.

He turned and pulled her into his arms.

His thumb gently stroked her slightly swollen cheek, his voice softening.

"I applied medicine. It will be better tomorrow."

Seeing the distress in his expression, a sly smile flickered in Vivian's eyes.

Liam suddenly frowned.

"Where are your shoes?" His gaze swept over her bare feet on the floor.

"I'll put them on now." She obediently slipped on her slippers.

After dinner, Liam went into his study.

Vivian had just woken from her nap and wasn't sleepy at all, so she naturally followed to keep him company.

He handled documents.

She curled up nearby playing mobile games.

They created their own little world.

The next day.

Vivian, who had been suspended from work due to the slapping incident, was directly brought to the CEO's office by Liam.

She was now curled on the sofa playing games when an unfamiliar call suddenly interrupted her screen.

Seeing the unknown number, she hung up without hesitation.