Chapter 315
Liam Sullivan laughed at her antics.
Amusement shimmered in the depths of his eyes.
Yet a sharp, aching pain bloomed in his chest.
Four layers of blankets couldn't warm her.
Yet she was forcing herself to stay cheerful, just to amuse him.
Vivian Bennett playfully blamed him.
He understood.
The fact she could banter and joke with him so freely, without any reservation, was her way of telling him.
She had already forgiven him.
He took her hand in his.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
His lips met skin that was burning hot.
His brows instantly furrowed tightly.
"Why didn't you tell me you have a fever?" His voice turned abruptly stern.
An overwhelming wave of heartache washed over him.
Vivian giggled weakly.
"If I wait for you to discover it yourself, you'll worry more."
She blinked up at him.
"Relax, I'm not that fragile."
"I've endured all sorts of hardships since I was a child. A little sickness is nothing."
"Quick, say you love me! Say it and I'll get better!"
Liam narrowed his eyes.
"I'll say it after you've recovered."
Vivian immediately began to whine.
"How can you be like this! I'm sick!"
She pouted.
"I want medicine!"
Liam was resolute.
"No."
Vivian was stunned.
"Why won't you let me have medicine? I have a fever!"
Liam's palm cupped her cheek.
His tone suddenly softened.
His hand slid down to her lower abdomen.
He gently rubbed it over the blanket.
"Because there might be a baby here."
Vivian was completely speechless.
It took her a long moment to process his words.
"If the fever is too high, we can't keep the baby anyway."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Besides, how can you be so sure there is a baby?"
Liam said it as if it were the most obvious thing.
"You're ovulating."
"And I," he stated matter-of-factly, "am always ready."
"So there will be one."
Vivian froze.
This man, really.
His narcissism was incurable, even unto death.
"I've called a car."
"There is fever reducer at the villa, but it's not safe for pregnancy."
"For the baby's sake, you must go to the hospital."
"I'll have the doctor use the gentlest medication."
Listening to him prattle on incessantly.
Vivian couldn't help but widen her eyes.
He spoke as if she were already pregnant.
"Hey, why do you want to get me pregnant?"
A sudden thought occurred to her.
A flicker of clarity pierced her feverish haze.
"You wouldn't be thinking of marrying me, would you?"
Liam's tone was flat.
"What do you think?"
"Why would I want you to have my child?"
Vivian scoffed.
She closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.
He wouldn't even say he loved her.
She couldn't be bothered to guess his intentions.
She soon fell into a deep, feverish sleep.
She didn't see the complex expression that crossed Liam's face.
He looked at Vivian shivering on the bed.
A wave of frustration washed over him.
She was usually so clever.
Yet she was being deliberately obtuse about this.
If he didn't want to marry her.
Why would he want her to carry his child?
His stubborn family had never approved of her.
Without a pregnancy, they would undoubtedly create endless obstacles.
Given her temperament.
How could she possibly endure their response?
So the best way was to get her pregnant.
As for her calling him stingy.
For refusing to admit he loved her—
What a fool.
Was saying it really that important?
Hadn't his actions shown it clearly enough?
Besides, it wasn't that he refused to say it.
The timing just wasn't right yet.
In her hazy, semi-conscious state.
Vivian felt herself being lifted.
She opened her eyes.
Liam was bundling her tightly in the blanket.
"Is the car here?" she asked groggily.