Chapter 692
The graceful figure in the distance remained as soft and beautiful as ever.
It was exactly as he remembered her.
She stood amidst the sea of purple lavender.
Her silhouette was slender, her long hair gently swaying in the breeze.
Liam Sullivan's heart clenched violently.
It felt as if an invisible hand had seized it, squeezing so hard he could barely breathe.
For the past two years, this very image had invaded his dreams in the dead of night.
Every time he recalled her final, resolute words before her supposed death, his heart felt as if it were being sliced repeatedly by a blunt knife.
It bled profusely.
Behind his sunglasses, a complex, indecipherable emotion flickered deep within his dark eyes.
Then, those cold, narrow eyes narrowed slightly further.
The corner of his firm lips curved into an icy arc.
Vivian Bennett, did you think that by "dying," you could escape me completely?
He cast one last cold glance at the man standing beside her.
Then, he withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.
He continued his lighthearted conversation with Mr. Girard beside him.
"Yes, boss." Ryan Johnson keenly caught the look Liam had thrown his way.
He immediately stepped forward briskly, bowing his head respectfully, awaiting instructions.
"Go and find out if that woman is Vivian Bennett, who supposedly 'came back to life' two years ago." Liam's voice was extremely low.
Each word seemed forced through gritted teeth, cold and piercing.
"Yes." Ryan also looked toward the distant figure.
His brow furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Immediately after, the group continued walking deeper into the vineyard.
"What's wrong, Vivian?" Allen looked at Vivian, who had suddenly frozen, with confusion.
He reached out and gently grasped her shoulders.
Vivian abruptly pulled Allen's hands away from her eyes.
She turned around swiftly, her gaze urgently scanning the spot where Liam had been standing moments before.
However, there was nothing but the boundless, romantic purple.
A few field workers passed by occasionally, but none of them were the person she had in mind.
How could it be...
That gaze she had felt on her back just now...
How could it feel so familiar...
Familiar enough to make her blood run cold.
Vivian, unwilling to give up, continued searching the entire lavender field.
Her eyes carefully swept over every figure.
Only after confirming that person truly wasn't there did she relax slightly.
Yet, the unease in her heart still lingered, refusing to dissipate.
"Vivian, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Allen looked at her pale little face.
His heart ached, almost shattering.
He had met Vivian a year ago, when she first joined his company.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he couldn't look away.
It took him nearly half a year to finally win her heart.
That's why he cherished this woman before him so deeply.
"It's nothing..." Vivian shook her head absently, lifting her gaze to look at the man before her.
Allen had a handsome face with deep, distinct features.
Though of mixed heritage, Asian characteristics were still evident in his appearance.
She knew he doted on her immensely, almost cradling her in the palm of his hand.
It had also taken her a very, very long time to finally bury that marriage with Liam Sullivan deep within her memories.
Vivian hurriedly pulled her thoughts back.
She forced a smile onto her face, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Allen.
Her small hand gently shook his arm. "Allen, this place is so beautiful! So this is what you've been so secretive about all day—bringing me here!"
"Yes, do you like it? I've always wanted to bring you here to see it." A happy smile lifted the corner of Allen's sensual mouth.
His affectionate dark eyes were filled with tenderness.
"Allen, thank you." Vivian tilted her little face up to look at him.
A faint blush colored her cheeks.
Amidst this sea of purple, she resembled a sprite who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.
She was so beautiful it was impossible to look away.