Chapter 156
Vivian Bennett stepped out of the bathroom.
The room was empty, with no sign of Liam Sullivan.
She hadn't paid much attention when she entered, but now she could see the room's layout clearly.
This must be Liam's bedroom.
She looked down at the dress she was wearing. It fit perfectly.
She lifted her gaze to examine the bedroom.
Vivian frowned slightly, her expression turning complex.
What a coincidence that she had ended up using his bedroom to shower.
She felt a wave of embarrassment.
Just as she thought about slipping away quietly, her eyes were drawn to a photo frame on the nightstand.
It wasn't too far away. She could vaguely make out a picture of three children.
The boy in the middle must be Liam as a child.
The girl on the left looked very much like Isabella Sullivan.
Who was the girl on the right?
She appeared to be around Liam's age, exquisitely beautiful.
If she wasn't his sister...
Could she be a childhood friend?
Vivian couldn't help but wonder.
Her feet carried her unconsciously toward the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" A deep, cold voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Vivian jumped.
She turned to see Liam standing tall and imposing at the door.
She quickly withdrew her hand, flustered. "I was just looking around."
She immediately regretted it. The excuse sounded pathetic.
Liam's gaze was icy.
She felt like she had been caught doing something wrong, awkward and unsure what to do.
Liam strode toward her with long steps.
His tall figure drew closer, radiating an intimidating presence.
"There's dinner outside. Go eat first."
She had expected him to be angry, but instead he said this.
Vivian was taken aback and looked up at him.
"I haven't eaten either." His handsome face showed no expression as he added unnecessarily.
Vivian remained silent.
Liam loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
Seeing her still standing there, he glanced at her sideways. "Still not leaving? Do you want to watch me change?"
"I'm going out now." Vivian answered hurriedly.
Afraid he might do something, she turned and rushed away.
Liam watched her flustered retreat.
The moment she turned, he caught the blush spreading across her cheeks.
He lowered his eyes, a faint curve touching his lips.
When he looked back at the photo frame, his gaze turned cold and dark.
...
Vivian stood awkwardly in the living room.
She didn't know whether to slip away quietly or continue waiting.
Steady footsteps sounded from the second floor.
She looked up.
Liam descended the stairs slowly, dressed in gray loungewear.
His long legs moved with measured calm.
His dark eyes flickered with complex emotions when they landed on her.
"Why are you still standing there?"
Reaching the first floor, his expression remained neutral.
Though he wasn't looking at her, the words were clearly meant for her.
He walked directly toward the dining room, his attitude as natural as if dealing with an acquaintance.
"I'm not hungry."
Vivian glanced at the ornately decorated dining room.
Under the soft orange lighting, it looked elegant and pristine.
She felt out of place here.
Pressing her lips together, she said softly, "I won't disturb you further. I should head back."
She gave a slight nod toward his retreating back as a farewell.
"Stop."
She was about to turn when Liam's deep, displeased voice came from behind her.