Chapter 430
Liam Sullivan turned away, his retreating figure cold and unyielding.
Isabella Sullivan watched him disappear through the doorway, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She had gone this far, yet he still refused to touch her.
Liam retrieved a fresh set of clothes from the walk-in closet and tossed them to her.
"Change. I'll have the driver take you home."
His voice held no warmth.
Isabella bit her lip and changed into the clothes. She left with red-rimmed eyes.
Liam stood alone in the center of the bedroom. The air still carried traces of her perfume.
He ripped off his tie in frustration and collapsed heavily onto the bed.
Vivian Bennett's face surfaced in the darkness.
Her damp eyes flushed with passion, her flushed cheeks, her slightly parted lips.
Every detail was etched into his memory.
His body tensed abruptly.
He cursed under his breath and stormed into the bathroom.
Cold water cascaded over his head, but it couldn't douse the rising heat.
Memories of their intimacy coiled around him like vines, tightening with every struggle.
The phone rang abruptly.
His fingers instinctively dialed the number memorized by heart.
He ended the call just before it connected.
He called Oliver Winston instead.
"What the hell did you put in that drink?"
A teasing laugh came from the other end. "Just a little something to set the mood. What, it didn't work?"
Liam slammed the phone down violently.
The sound of water running in the bathroom started again, mingled with suppressed gasps.
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Vivian staggered back to her apartment.
Her head throbbed painfully. Her heart felt crushed.
She thought she had finally grasped happiness, only to watch it crack before her eyes.
Why did Isabella appear so suddenly?
That drink... that bedroom...
Too many coincidences pierced her heart like needles.
She curled up on the sofa, tears soaking the cushion.
They were on the eve of their wedding, yet it felt like they were back to square one.
Late at night, her body temperature suddenly spiked.
A 40-degree fever burned through her, blurring her consciousness.
But no matter how hot her body felt, it couldn't warm the icy chill in her heart.