Chapter 532

She wasn't a radical feminist, but she absolutely refused to become a mere appendage in a marriage.

The power of decision-making within the family had to be firmly held in her own hands.

Otherwise, she would forever be at the mercy of others, with no chance of ever turning the tables.

Her freedom and rights would eventually be eroded, bit by bit, by this man with his deep scheming.

She had to defend her own territory with her life.

"Fine, I'm not an unreasonable man," Liam Sullivan said, nodding with feigned magnanimity, a hint of cunning in his expression.

"Bedroom matters are your domain. Everything else, you listen to me. Fair enough?"

Vivian Bennett glared at him, her eyes wide with anger, and punched him in the chest.

Liam dramatically sucked in a sharp breath.

"I'll kill you, you shameless man!" Her cheeks flushed red.

"I'm trying to have a serious discussion with you, and all you have are dirty thoughts."

Liam threw his head back and laughed heartily.

He caught her hand and kissed it, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you," he drawled.

"When my wife speaks, how dare I disobey?"

"That's more like it," Vivian finally smiled.

This kind of playful bickering somehow gave rise to a unique sweetness.

Her heart felt as if it were soaked in honey, melting softly.

Liam pulled her into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head.

His voice was so gentle it could drip water.

"Our daughters will be our treasures," he said softly.

"Everything you lacked before, I want them to have. The suffering you endured, they will never experience."

This was the most solemn promise he could think of.

She lost her mother in childhood and endured cold indifference in the White family.

In those times he couldn't go back to, how much bitterness had she swallowed alone?

Since he couldn't make up for the past, at least in the future, he would let their daughters bask in love without a single shadow.

"Liam..." Vivian's throat tightened.

So he had been thinking this far ahead, all for her sake.

The softest part of her heart was gently touched.

A warm current surged, flooding through her limbs.

He always had everything arranged perfectly, even when she hadn't noticed.

"We'll raise our daughters to be the proudest little princesses," Liam's eyes shone with anticipation.

"When they grow up, they'll captivate a crowd of men and break a bunch of hearts."

"Then they'll choose husbands who cherish them like precious gems and live peaceful, happy lives."

Vivian couldn't help but laugh.

"That sounds like we're raising two little troublemakers, destined to wreak havoc on the world."

"My daughters are born to be queens."

Liam raised an eyebrow, a confident curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

An aura of unquestionable authority emanated from him.

"With a father as charming as me, they'll naturally inherit my traits and become the center of attention."

Seeing his smug expression, Vivian deliberately tried to dampen his spirits.

"I think..." she drawled.

"That 'attracts-admirers-like-a-magnet' quality of yours is better off not being passed on to our daughters."

Too many admirers could be a nuisance.

She didn't want to raise two little heartbreakers who left a trail of broken hearts everywhere.

"Attracts admirers like a magnet?" Liam narrowed his eyes.

A dangerous glint swept over her smiling face.

How dare this woman belittle his charm like that? It was truly infuriating.

"You misheard," Vivian blinked, teasing.

"I said you're handsome, dashing, and beloved by all. Happy now?"