Chapter 630

Liam Sullivan's expression shifted slightly.

She had seen right through him.

What other means did he have besides this?

Gentle persuasion was useless; she simply ignored it.

He could only resort to force to make her comply.

It was his choice, born of desperation.

"Liam, you underestimate me."

Vivian Bennett's voice was as cold as ice.

"If all you want is this body, then take it."

"But my heart will only despise you more."

"From forcing me into marriage to forcing me into bed."

"Every single one of your methods is despicable."

"The more you disrespect me, the more I will hate you."

"My disappointment in you will only grow."

Liam's face remained cold.

He listened silently to her accusations.

He did not utter a word.

Vivian sat up.

She picked up the nightgown beside her.

She put it on indifferently.

"Liam, doing this won't salvage anything."

"Don't waste your time."

"If I still held a shred of hope for you before."

"Then after what you did to me while I was unconscious."

"Even that shred of hope is gone."

Liam watched as she got off the bed.

She pulled open the floor-to-ceiling glass door.

She walked out onto the balcony.

He finally spoke.

"Is it that no matter what I do, you won't change your mind?"

"Is your heart truly that hard, that cold?"

Vivian gazed at the rising sun on the horizon.

She did not turn around.

"Yes."

"Just as the sun only rises in the east and never sets in the west."

"Once my decision rises, it can only keep rising."

"There's no turning back."

"And I don't want to turn back."

"Vivian, your heart is truly cruel."

Liam heard the unwavering resolve in her words.

Disappointment spread through his heart like a tide.

He felt like he was facing a stubborn rock.

The more he fought against it, the more irreparable it became.

Watching her grow colder and more ruthless.

His heart ached more and more.

That innate ferocity and savagery within him.

Slowly began to rise again.

"If my heart weren't cruel, I couldn't be your opponent."

Vivian sighed inwardly.

To oppose someone as powerful as Liam Sullivan.

Required not only strong willpower.

But also strong determination and ruthlessness.

Otherwise, she would be completely suppressed by him.

He knew how to use violence to counter violence.

He also knew how to use softness to overcome hardness, to persist relentlessly.

If it weren't for the despair over the child's matter.

She probably wouldn't have been able to resist his persistence.

"So you see me as an opponent."

Liam's voice came from behind her.

"Then let's see if you have the ability to defeat this opponent."

He sat up, holding the blanket.

Golden sunlight spilled over his firm, toned chest.

His handsome face was bathed in a hazy golden light.

A faint, mocking smile played on his thin lips.

His eyes held a wild, untamed glint.

His dark gaze locked onto her intently.

It carried a ruthless finality.

"Do you think you can be more ruthless than me?"

"If you want to fight ruthlessness, then let's try."

"If you win, if you can make me say the word 'surrender'."

"Then I'll let you go."

Vivian was startled.

She turned, looking at him in surprise.

His face didn't show great anger.

Only the fierce, ready-to-strike intensity of a lion just awakened.

She had provoked him.

Thoroughly provoked him.

Stirred up his wildness and ruthlessness.

She felt a pang of fear.

But also a sense of relief.

Perhaps this was better.

If he always wore that expression of trying to please her while she mistreated him.

She couldn't bring herself to be completely ruthless either.

Now he was being ruthless.

So she could be ruthless too.

There was no need to worry about so much sentiment.

Because what she needed to do next.

Required a heart that could be ruthless.

"I will definitely make you surrender."

Vivian said calmly.

Her tone wasn't arrogant.

But the words she spoke were arrogant enough.

"Liam, perhaps no one has ever beaten you."

"But you will lose to me."