Chapter 350

Winter sunlight fell on the harbor.

Dancing lights glittered across the water.

The sky was clear and bright.

It blended seamlessly with the blue sea.

Liam Sullivan gazed at her serene profile.

His voice was low and gentle. "Let's eat first."

He took her hand and led her toward the restaurant.

After lunch, Vivian Bennett still felt tired.

She returned to the bedroom for a nap.

Liam sat by the window handling business.

The soft tapping of his keyboard was rhythmic.

Zachary Hudson did not disturb them all day.

The suite was quiet except for their mingled breaths.

By evening, Vivian pushed open the glass doors.

The sea breeze carried a salty tang.

"It's rare to visit Country H."

"We shouldn't stay cooped up all day."

She tugged at Liam's sleeve, pulling him outside.

Excitement sparkled in her eyes.

The restaurant overlooked the ocean.

Candlelight refracted off glassware, creating tiny specks of light.

Vivian focused on tasting local specialties.

Her cheeks were slightly puffed with food.

Liam wiped sauce from her lip with his fingertip.

His eyes held a deep, amused warmth.

The night market was crowded.

They held hands, weaving through neon lights.

Returning to the hotel, Vivian's calves ached.

She leaned heavily on his arm.

Liam fetched sleepwear from the walk-in closet.

As he turned, his shirt collar fell open.

"Shower together?"

He asked casually, as if discussing the weather.

Vivian's ears burned red.

She flustered, pushing him toward the bathroom. "You go alone!"

The sound of the closing door made her exhale in relief.

Her fingers scrolled through her phone.

New notifications popped up on her social feed.

Sophia Miller's comment stood out. "Honeymoon trip?"

"Just a regular vacation," Vivian typed in reply.

"Remember safety measures~" followed by a winking emoji.

Vivian's fingers froze above the screen.

She had always taken the pill promptly after.

Except this time...

The shower sounds gradually ceased.

A tall silhouette appeared through the frosted glass.

Liam emerged, drying his hair.

A gray knit sweater outlined his trim waist.

His phone lit up with a new message on the table.

Vivian handed it to him. "You have a message."

Water droplets traced his collarbone.

They disappeared beneath his shirt.