Chapter 635

"I just want us both to have some time to cool off. After that, I'll let you go. You don't need to worry about that."

"I want a specific timeframe."

Liam Sullivan fell silent for a moment, his gaze lowering.

"The specific time is set for two weeks from now—the day of our wedding. You must attend. Even if you want to leave, I won't let you."

Vivian Bennett was stunned.

"Aren't we already legally married? Why do we need a wedding?"

No, their marriage was still a secret. No one outside knew about it. But once a public wedding was held, her identity would be completely exposed.

She just wanted to get married quietly and divorce quietly, as if nothing had ever happened. The outside world would never know about this past.

"How can a Sullivan wedding not be held? Besides, this is the way to announce your identity to everyone, to let them know you are the rightful Mrs. Sullivan. It's also my compensation for breaking the previous engagement promise—not only will I hold it, but I will make it grand and spectacular, so the whole world knows you are my wife."

Liam's tone was matter-of-fact.

Moreover, this could also be a means to keep her in check. With the title of "Mrs. Sullivan" and the pressure of public opinion, it wouldn't be so easy for her to leave.

Vivian's heart sank further.

"You've already forced me into marriage. Shouldn't the wedding at least respect my wishes? I'm not in the mood for a wedding right now."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Liam's lips.

"A wedding is just a ceremony. Why do you care so much? If you don't want it now, when do you want it? After the divorce? Or after you disappear?"

The heavy sarcasm in his words made Vivian's face pale instantly. She looked at him in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost.

"Liam Sullivan, what do you mean by that?"

"Heh... Vivian..."

Liam chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. His tone was light, yet wrapped in suppressed fury.

"Don't think I don't know what you're planning—you want to keep the marriage a secret, hopefully get a smooth divorce, and then disappear without a trace, right?"

His eyes suddenly turned dark and sinister, a violent aura washing over her.

Vivian's heart clenched in fear. She looked at him in panic, trying to break free from his grip, but he only held her tighter.

"I advise you not to play these little tricks. They're useless. You can't win against me. I said I won't let you go, and I won't—even in death, you'll be entangled with me. Understand?"

He roared at her, his voice full of uncontrolled rage.

Vivian trembled all over, frightened by his domineering, violent demeanor. She could feel his emotions were extremely unstable.

"Calm down!" She didn't dare provoke him further.

Seeing her terrified expression, Liam suddenly realized the deep-seated violence within him had spiraled out of control again.

Lately, he had been under immense pressure, feeling caught in the middle—externally, he was entangled in scandal and public opinion, with pressures coming from all sides; internally, the troublesome matter with Luna Clark remained unresolved.

He was agitated and frustrated, yet when he came home, Vivian was still cold as ice toward him. He was physically and mentally exhausted, yet received not an ounce of understanding.

What infuriated him even more was that, amidst these internal and external troubles, she was still single-mindedly thinking about divorce.

They had just gotten married, and she was already so eager to force him to let go—he felt like he was going crazy.

"You want to leave sooner? You don't want to wait until the wedding day?"

His long fingers lifted her chin. His narrow eyes gleamed with a dark light, a sense of unattainable sorrow welling up in his heart.

"Then please me. Make me happy. If you can make me happy, I'll grant your wish."