Chapter 134
Vivian Bennett closed her eyes wearily.
She couldn't hold on any longer.
Liam Sullivan gazed at her with profound intensity.
"I know," he said in a low voice.
He scooped her up into his arms.
He turned and carried her into the bedroom.
He gently laid her on the soft bed.
"Sleep," he whispered hoarsely.
Vivian blinked in confusion.
Liam showed no intention of leaving.
He remained seated by the bed, watching over her.
But he seemed unwilling to touch her again.
Vivian was simply too exhausted.
She had no energy left to decipher his thoughts.
Her heavy eyelids drifted shut.
She soon fell into a deep slumber.
Vivian had a nightmare.
In her dream, Zachary Hudson chased her with a snake.
Brandon White laughed maniacally beside them.
She woke up with a start, terrified.
The room was pitch black.
Her forehead was damp with cold sweat.
Vivian took several shaky breaths.
She realized it had only been a dream.
Those two despicable men had haunted her again.
Perhaps returning to the city had triggered it.
Unpleasant memories came flooding back.
After her mother passed, her status in the White family plummeted.
Once Brandon was born, she was treated worse than the servants.
Brandon had always enjoyed tormenting her since childhood.
He took pleasure in bullying her.
Zachary's recent behavior reminded her of those painful days.
Vivian's throat felt parched.
Her head throbbed dully.
Her entire body felt weak.
She pushed the covers aside and got out of bed.
She wanted to get some water from the kitchen.
As she passed through the living room, she suddenly spotted a figure in the darkness.
"Who's there?" she cried out in alarm.
"Awake?" a man's low, raspy voice responded.
Vivian froze.
It was Liam.
She remembered him carrying her to bed before she fell asleep.
She thought he had left long ago.
She hadn't expected him to still be here.
Her throat ached and her body felt unwell.
She didn't want to speak with him.
She turned and walked into the kitchen.
She had forgotten to boil water before bed.
Now she was desperately thirsty.
She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cold water.
Just as she twisted the cap open.
A long, elegant hand suddenly reached over.
It snatched the water bottle from her grasp.
Vivian stared in shock.
She turned to look at the man behind her.
Liam stepped closer.
His solid chest pressed against her back.
"Don't drink cold water at night," he murmured softly.
His warm breath brushed against her ear.
Vivian shivered slightly.
She forced herself to remain calm. "I didn't boil any water."
"I already did," Liam said gently.
He picked up the thermal pot from the counter.
Vivian looked at him in surprise.
She hadn't expected him to be so thoughtful.
Liam had removed his suit jacket.
He wore only a dress shirt and trousers.
The thin fabric outlined his powerful physique.
The lines of his straight, broad back were strikingly defined.