Chapter 700

Vivian Bennett trembled all over.

She stared blankly down at the ring finger on her left hand.

The diamond ring refracted a cold gleam under the light.

Her heart gradually turned cold along with it.

If he hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten.

She was a married woman.

And even when she had "died," he had never publicly announced it.

Nor had he gone through the divorce procedures.

So now…

They were still husband and wife.

Liam Sullivan's gaze followed hers downward.

When he saw that offensive diamond ring, his expression instantly darkened.

The cold glint in his eyes was like a blade dipped in poison.

Sharp enough to make one afraid to look directly.

"Let go! What are you doing!"

Vivian stared in shock at his suddenly outstretched hand.

By the time she reacted, he had already seized her left hand.

The next second.

The ring on her ring finger was ruthlessly pulled off.

A glaring red mark was left on her finger.

"My wife should not be wearing another man's ring."

Liam abruptly stood up.

He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Crash—"

He forcefully pulled the window open.

He raised his hand and hurled the diamond ring out with all his might.

A silver arc cut through the night sky.

Disappearing into the darkness.

"No! How could you do that!"

Vivian cried out.

After confirming the ring was truly gone, flames of anger ignited in her eyes.

How was she going to explain this to Allen?

"Where are you going? Let me leave!"

While Vivian's gaze was still fixed outside the window, she suddenly saw Liam turn to leave.

He held a remote control in his hand.

Clearly intending to lock her in here.

"If you dare lock me in, I'll jump from here!"

Vivian abruptly stood up from the bed.

Staring at the door about to close, her voice carried a tone of finality.

The door suddenly stopped.

Liam turned around and walked back.

He stood in the center of the bedroom, his hawk-like eyes narrowed as he stared at her.

His face showed no expression.

But the smile at the corner of his lips was as cold as winter ice.

Vivian suddenly felt nervous.

She watched as Liam shifted slightly.

Instinctively, she took a step back.

Trying to avoid him.

But he was faster.

Almost the moment she retreated, he had already strode to her.

Pinning her down on the bed once more.

"Hey—what are you doing! Stop!"

Vivian had no time to struggle.

The clothes that had already been torn earlier were now completely shredded this time.

The sound of fabric tearing was especially clear in the silent room.

A few seconds later.

Vivian was stripped completely bare by him.

Not even the last shred of covering remained.

Her cheeks flushed red.

Whether from shame or anger, she didn't know.

Her small hands frantically grabbed the nearby blanket.

Wrapping herself tightly in it.

Her beautiful eyes glared at him warily.

"Jump if you want."

Liam slowly stood up.

He picked up her scattered clothes from the floor, one by one.

His movements were deliberate and unhurried.

"It's not like you haven't died before."

He spoke lazily.

"Though a naked female corpse would probably be quite a sight."

Vivian clenched her teeth.

Glaring fiercely at the clothes in his hand.

"Give them back to me!"

"You'd better stay put."

Liam's lips curved slightly.

The light in his eyes shifted complexly.

Flickering between light and dark.

"I need to think about how to deal with you."

Vivian was stunned.

Stunned by the complex light in his eyes.

If she wasn't mistaken…

What it conveyed was—

He didn't know what to do with her.

"Bang—"

The door was slammed shut.

Liam's figure disappeared from the bedroom.

"Come back! Come back here!"

Vivian sat up abruptly.

Shouting at the tightly closed door.

The next second.

She saw her exposed shoulders.

Hurriedly, she pulled the blanket tighter.

Wrapping herself even more securely.