Chapter 160
Liam Sullivan took two cold showers.
The icy water rushed over his burning body.
That restless flame was finally suppressed.
He pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out.
Vivian Bennett was still curled on the sofa.
She hadn't tried to escape.
Liam's lips curved slightly.
He walked softly to the sofa.
Vivian was already asleep.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing even.
Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.
He knelt down, his fingertips brushing her bangs.
His gaze lingered on her face.
Vivian's features were delicate like a porcelain doll.
Her defenseless appearance was especially endearing.
Liam gently lifted her body.
She nestled obediently into his arms.
The soft sensation made his heart race.
This feeling of embrace was intoxicating.
He carried Vivian to the second floor.
He entered the master bedroom and placed her on the large bed.
His movements were gentle, as if handling a treasure.
Vivian curled up unconsciously.
Like a child needing protection.
Liam watched her by the bed for a moment.
His stern face softened unusually.
He lifted the covers and lay down beside her.
His long arm pulled her into his embrace.
He lowered his head and kissed her cheek lightly.
A brief taste, not daring to indulge further.
Holding her soft body.
Listening to her steady breathing.
Smelling her faint fragrance.
Liam slowly closed his eyes.
This night, he was no longer alone.
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains.
Vivian turned over.
She had slept exceptionally well.
Without any dreams.
Until she sensed something wrong.
Her eyes flew open.
Liam?
Why was he here?
Vivian panicked and tried to sit up.
She discovered the man's arm wrapped around her waist.
Holding her firmly in his embrace.
"Ah! You..." she cried out in shock.
"Be quiet," Liam's voice was hoarse. "Sleep a little longer."
Vivian's mind went blank.
How did they end up sleeping together again?
She had been guarding against him all night.
How did he still succeed?
She suddenly remembered this was Liam's villa.
Not her home.
She had fallen asleep waiting for him on the sofa last night.
He must have carried her to bed.
The day was already bright.
He was still holding her like this.
What if someone saw them?
"Let me go, I want to go home!" She struggled to push him away.
"Keep moving," Liam pressed his thigh against her. "I don't mind morning exercise with you."
Vivian froze instantly.
Remembering her best friend's warning about not provoking men in the morning.
Damn it.
There was no escape this time.