Chapter 505

Vivian Bennett was kissed until she felt dizzy.

Her head buzzed as if it might explode the next second.

Shame and anger surged within her, threatening to drown her.

What right did he have to question her like this?

"None of your business!"

Even though she had previously agreed to forgive him and start over, this time he had gone too far.

He had not only crossed her bottom line but had also doted on that cheap imitation right in front of her.

She had taken the initiative to ask for an explanation, only to be met with his humiliation.

Just the memory made her tremble with rage.

After those four words were shouted, the air instantly froze.

The temperature around them seemed to drop several degrees.

Vivian could clearly feel the man's gaze on her deepen and darken.

It felt like knives dipped in ice.

"We have nothing to do with each other now. What do you think you're doing, pinning me down like this? Let go—"

Liam Sullivan let out a low chuckle.

The laughter rippled through the night, cold and dangerous.

Goosebumps instantly rose on Vivian's arms.

He didn't let go.

Instead, he pressed closer.

His handsome face neared her ear.

His thin, rosy lips captured her soft earlobe.

His voice was low, husky, and tinged with amusement. "Of course it's my... business."

Vivian was stunned for several seconds before she realized he was being a rogue.

"You... I don't want you anymore. Go find your Crystal!"

"Crystal and I were just putting on a show. You actually believed that?" Liam's lips brushed against her ear.

His warm breath wafted into her ear canal.

It felt like a feather lightly tickling her, sending a shiver of numbness through her.

Vivian snorted coldly.

Deep down, she believed him.

But she couldn't understand his actions.

She couldn't just lose her backbone and be placated by his few sweet words.

Men shouldn't be indulged.

The more you indulge them, the more they take advantage.

"What relationship you have with Crystal is none of my concern now."

The zipper of her dress was pulled down by him.

The skin of her back was exposed to the cool air, causing a shiver.

"Let me down."

As she struggled and twisted, the man's breathing suddenly grew heavier.

His large hand gripped her slender, soft waist.

His voice was deep and hoarse. "Do you really want to get down, or are you playing hard to get?"

Vivian's cheeks flushed red. "Can't you see I don't want you to touch me at all right now?"

Liam said with a straight face, "No, I can't tell."

He paused.

A faint, ambiguous smile tugged at the corner of his thin lips. "Don't you know that squirming on a man like that creates... chemical reactions?"

It was precisely because she felt that obvious "chemical reaction" of his that she was desperate to escape.

Why should he get to do whatever he wanted?

The anger simmering inside her hadn't subsided yet!

"I don't want to say another word to you right now. And I definitely don't want to do anything with you. If you have any self-awareness left, you should... Ah—"

Her unfinished words were abruptly cut off by his actions.

His long fingers lifted the hem of her skirt.

They trailed upward along the skin of her thigh.

A slight sting made her pupils contract sharply. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want to do it with me?" He chuckled lowly, his thin lips nibbling on her lustrous earlobe. "You're always saying one thing and meaning another."

An impulse to kick him all the way to the Pacific Ocean instantly surged in Vivian's heart!

She was a grown woman.

Even though she was full of resentment toward him, being kissed and touched like this by him—she wasn't made of wood!

"That's not because I'm willing..."