Chapter 496

Liam Sullivan leaned close to Crystal's ear.

His deep voice carried a warm breath.

"I'm only good to you."

Crystal's cheeks flushed pink.

She lightly punched his shoulder with a small fist.

"Mr. Sullivan, you're so annoying."

Liam caught her slender wrist.

His thin lips brushed faintly against her fingertips.

"Isn't this what you like?"

The usually cold and dignified man now had a slight lift at the corner of his eyes.

He exuded a roguish charm.

Crystal's ears turned completely red.

Pop.

The mineral water bottle cap suddenly flew open.

Isabella Sullivan's fingers tightened.

Cold liquid seeped from the bottle.

It splashed onto Crystal's skirt.

"My apologies." Isabella pulled out a tissue to wipe it.

Her tone was flat.

"Go find someone to borrow a hair dryer."

Crystal bit her lip and looked at Liam.

Her eyes were full of grievance.

Liam ruffled her hair.

"Go take care of it first."

After Crystal walked away, Isabella sat next to Liam.

She lowered her voice.

"Brother, mind the occasion."

Liam crossed his long legs.

He lightly tapped his knee with his fingertips.

"Where am I being improper?"

Isabella glanced at Crystal's retreating figure.

Disgust flashed in her eyes.

"You had to pick a woman from a nightclub?"

"You even argued with Grandpa over her."

"The whole city is laughing at us now."

Liam rubbed his chin.

A faint smile played on his lips.

"Since when are socialites as understanding as she is?"

"From that kind of place. Aren't you disgusted?"

The corner of Liam's mouth lifted.

"I've inspected her. She's very clean."

Isabella's fingers trembled.

"You've touched her?"

Liam patted her shoulder.

His eyes darkened.

"Xiaoxue, don't pry into my private affairs."

...

In a corner of the banquet hall, Vivian Bennett gently swirled her champagne glass.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward Liam.

He was conversing with someone.

His black suit accentuated his tall, straight figure.

His profile looked exquisitely carved under the lights.

He seemed to sense her stare.

He suddenly turned and looked her way.

Their eyes met.

Vivian hurriedly lowered her gaze.

When she looked up again, he had resumed his aloof and distant demeanor.

Vivian scanned the venue.

She finally spotted Crystal in the dessert area.

Crystal suddenly covered her mouth.

She hurried toward Liam.

After a brief, low exchange, a waiter led Crystal away.

Vivian found herself following them almost instinctively.

The sound of suppressed retching came from the restroom.

Vivian clenched her fists.

Her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Could it be... pregnancy?

Had they already progressed that far?