Chapter 375

The night was deep, emotions surged.

They hadn't been this intimate for a long time, and both were completely immersed in the moment.

Liam Sullivan was like a starving wolf, unleashing himself freely in the silent night.

He was relentless and tireless.

Vivian Bennett felt as if she was about to fall apart.

No matter how she pleaded, he refused to stop.

Finally, exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.

Liam, satisfied, carried her to the bathroom.

He carefully cleaned her and changed the bedsheets.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, sleeping soundly.

The peace was broken by a ringing phone.

Liam opened his eyes and glanced at Vivian in his arms.

He got up quietly, put on his robe, and walked out of the bedroom.

"President, the routine meeting is already half an hour late." Ryan Johnson's voice was anxious.

"Postpone it to ten-thirty." Liam hung up decisively.

Ryan waited anxiously in the underground parking lot.

When he saw Liam carrying Vivian, his jaw nearly dropped.

Although it wasn't the first time the President had brought Miss Bennett to the company, this time was particularly conspicuous.

Ryan muttered to himself: Is it really okay to show off like this?

But he was happy for the President.

Vivian curled up in Liam's arms, sleeping soundly.

Her porcelain face, with fluttering eyelashes, looked like a delicate doll.

Ryan was mesmerized for a moment.

Liam kicked him displeased.

Ryan snapped back to reality and hurriedly pressed the elevator button.

The atmosphere in the small elevator was oppressive.

Liam's face was dark, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Ryan shrank in the corner, not daring to breathe.

He had only looked a little longer. Was it necessary to be so possessive?

...

When Vivian woke up, she found herself in the President's restroom.

She was stunned for a few seconds before remembering last night's events.

She felt both anxious and angry.

She quickly washed up, changed clothes, and prepared to call home.

Just as she picked up the landline receiver, she heard movement outside the door.

Startled, she quickly put down the phone and hid back in the restroom.

This sneaking around feeling drove her crazy.

Holding her breath, she pressed her ear against the door.

"Does your President often stay here?" A deep male voice faintly came through.

Vivian's heart skipped a beat.

Why did this voice sound so familiar?

Just as she was puzzled, the footsteps grew closer.

She hurriedly hid in the bathroom.

Just as she closed the door, someone outside tried to open the restroom door.

Ryan was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Second Master, the President is very particular. He doesn't like others entering his restroom."

Albert Sullivan glanced suspiciously at the locked door, but ultimately let go.