Chapter 17

Vivian Bennett's face instantly changed color again.

"Vivian, what's wrong?"

Sophia Miller waved a hand in front of her eyes.

"Why do you act so strange every time you see Liam Sullivan?"

"What exactly happened between you two that night?"

Vivian quickly averted her gaze, instinctively denying it.

"Really, nothing happened."

"What could possibly happen between him and me?"

Sophia clearly didn't believe her.

"Who are you trying to fool?"

"If it was really nothing, why would Liam Sullivan specifically request you go to his private room?"

"You were staring at him just now."

Vivian took several quick sips of her drink, trying to calm her nerves.

"Do you really think someone like me could have any connection to a man like Liam Sullivan?" she retorted.

Sophia thought for a moment.

It did seem highly unlikely.

How could Vivian possibly be involved with the wealthiest man in the city?

Their status and positions were worlds apart.

"If it's nothing, then why are you drinking my red wine?" Sophia suddenly noticed Vivian had mistakenly taken her glass, and questioned her again.

Vivian only then realized she had picked up the wrong glass.

No wonder it tasted so strange.

"Weren't you just raving about how good the red wine is here?" Vivian's eyes curved slightly as she quickly made an excuse.

"I just wanted to try it."

Sophia was a red wine enthusiast.

Her home wine collection featured vintages from all over the world.

She had dragged Vivian to this upscale French bistro for lunch specifically because she loved their wine selection.

Mention of the wine successfully diverted her attention.

She immediately launched into an enthusiastic explanation.

"Let me tell you, the red wine at this restaurant is absolutely authentic."

"I can tell with one taste it's from a French estate..."

Vivian appeared to be listening, but her mind was elsewhere.

She had just witnessed Liam Sullivan, who had recently proposed to her, enter the restaurant with his sister and son.

The image was too much for her to process...

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Isabella Sullivan had just finished ordering for herself and her son, Eugene.

She looked up and noticed Liam Sullivan staring intently at a specific spot downstairs.

She couldn't help but ask curiously.

Liam snapped back to attention.

His handsome face was deep and unreadable, showing no emotion.

"Nothing."

"Have you both finished ordering?"

Isabella smiled.

"We haven't ordered for you yet."

"Eugene said you should choose your own meal."

Liam's expression remained indifferent.

"Order for me."

"I'm going out for a cigarette."

He stood up and left the private dining room.

He stood on the second-floor hallway, his deep gaze still fixed on Vivian's location.

This was a high-end restaurant with naturally few patrons.

Soft, soothing music played throughout the dining room.

Sophia's voice was quite loud.

"Vivian, where are you planning to go look at apartments this afternoon?"

"We've searched everywhere around here."

"Nothing meets your requirements."

Vivian lowered her head in thought.

"Let's check out the old town district."

"The rent might be cheaper there."

Sophia shook her head in disapproval.

"The buildings there are too old."

"It's mostly elderly people living there."

"And it's too far from your workplace. It's inconvenient."

Worry was etched on Vivian's face.

"But the rent is cheap."

"And it has all the necessary amenities..."

Liam Sullivan overheard their conversation.

He took out his phone and made a call.