Chapter 289
This man was no different sick or well.
He was simply an insatiable wolf.
"Liam Sullivan, don't you push your luck. Who said you could just force a kiss on me..."
Liam Sullivan gazed at her with deep, intense eyes.
His thin lips curved into a faint, teasing smile.
His voice was a low, magnetic rumble.
"Who was it that came into my room on her own last night?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The usual cold sternness was gone, replaced by a roguish charm.
He looked utterly devastating and irresistible.
His fever must have broken.
His breath no longer felt scorching, but carried a clean, masculine scent.
Vivian Bennett's heart skipped a beat.
A shiver ran down her spine.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"Mr. Sullivan, you must have been dreaming last night. I never left my room..."
Liam looked down at her trembling long lashes.
His slender fingers lifted her chin.
He chuckled softly.
"Fed me medicine with your mouth?"
His husky voice was laced with amusement, deeply magnetic.
A tingling sensation spread through her entire body.
Even his voice was this seductive.
Vivian wished she could just disappear into the ground.
She had always found him attractive to women in every way.
But now, even his voice...
How was she supposed to have a normal conversation with him?
Was she under his spell?
Vivian took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.
"Mr. Sullivan, please let me go first. We can talk properly. This position isn't appropriate."
Liam's lips curved slightly.
His handsome face moved closer.
"It's just the two of us. What's inappropriate about it?"
Just as Vivian was about to speak, she felt him lean close to her ear.
His whisper was low and intimate.
"Actually, you don't hate me that much, do you?"
His warm breath brushed against her ear.
It felt like little electric fingers teasing her heart.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly.
Her gaze had nowhere to settle.
She looked at his long, elegant fingers wrapped around her waist.
They were more beautiful than a hand model's.
She bit her lip, trying to calm her racing heart.
She looked up and met his profound, phoenix-like eyes.
"Yes, I don't hate you that much. But I don't like you that much either..."
Before she could finish, Liam suddenly lowered his head.
He captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Vivian trembled with fright.
A soft, sad sound escaped her.
"Liam Sullivan, can't you stop always doing this?"
Liam watched her flustered expression.
His gaze lingered on her slightly swollen, red lips.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, his voice low and husky.
"Don't make me angry, okay?"
Vivian licked her lips, speechless.
Liam's gaze deepened.
He gently pulled her into his embrace.
"Since you're already mine, just stay with me obediently from now on."
Vivian stiffened completely.
Her mind was a turbulent storm, unable to calm down for a long time.
After a long while, she asked softly, "Do you really think we can work?"
Liam's eyes burned with intensity.
He looked down at her.
"I only want you."
He knew he couldn't push too hard.
They hadn't known each other for long.
Her lack of trust in him was understandable.
He took her hand that hung by her side.
He gently kissed the back of it.
Vivian flinched like a startled rabbit, trying to pull her hand back.
But he held on firmly.
His eyes were dark as ink.
"From now on, you will be the only woman for me."
"And I will be the only man for you."