Chapter 162

Liam Sullivan lounged lazily against the headboard.

A meaningful smile curved his lips.

"You were clinging to me all night," he said.

"Now my back is nearly broken."

Vivian Bennett’s eyes widened in shock.

She had spent the entire night wrapped around him like an octopus?

The realization made her want to bury herself under the blankets forever.

She froze, her throat tight.

"Weren’t you in a hurry to use the restroom?" Liam asked.

He raised an eyebrow at her flushed cheeks.

Vivian snapped back to reality.

Her gaze darted around nervously.

"I’m going now!"

She broke free from his embrace.

She nearly tumbled off the bed in her haste.

Barefoot, she rushed into the bathroom without even grabbing her slippers.

A deep, low chuckle echoed from outside the door.

She slammed the door shut with a bang.

Leaning against it, she tried to catch her breath.

The mirror reflected her face, flushed with embarrassment and frustration.

She wished she could vanish on the spot.

After finally calming down and finishing her routine, she cautiously opened the bathroom door.

Liam’s tall figure was standing right outside.

Vivian stumbled back three steps in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her racing heart.

"Waiting for you," Liam replied.

His dark eyes swept over her still-flushed cheeks.

Vivian’s mouth twitched.

Who waits outside a bathroom door like that?

She couldn’t help but wonder if he had some unusual habits.

"You’re not…"

"I just need to use the bathroom," Liam said.

His gaze deepened, tone playful.

"What did you think I wanted?"

Vivian’s cheeks burned.

Even if she had misunderstood him this time, the man was always up to no good.

She took a deep breath.

"Do you have any women’s clothes I could borrow?"

"The walk-in closet is on the left," Liam said.

"Help yourself."

He stepped past her into the bathroom.

Vivian quickly moved aside.

Only after hearing the lock click did she remember his words.

Following his directions, she entered the walk-in closet.

The sight that greeted her was staggering.

It was more luxurious than a high-end boutique.

She pulled open a wardrobe door.

Next to neatly arranged men’s suits hung an entire row of women’s clothing.

She frowned.

Why were there so many women’s clothes here?

Did women often stay the night?

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

She grabbed a dress at random and changed quickly.

She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

When she stepped out of the closet, the bathroom was empty.

She gathered her things swiftly.

Without looking back, she left the bedroom.

She descended the spiral staircase to the main hall.

She quickened her pace toward the foyer.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the door handle, a deep voice sounded behind her.

Vivian froze.

She turned around slowly.

Could this man teleport?