Chapter 542

She remembered Zachary Hudson mentioning that Liam Sullivan had a first love.

Her name was Luna Clark.

Wasn't it said that she had died long ago?

Why did she see someone who looked so much like her today?

No, it was practically identical.

"Vivian? Vivian, what's wrong?" Liam's voice came through the phone, laced with urgency.

Vivian Bennett snapped back to reality, her pupils contracting sharply as she struggled to steady her nerves.

"I'm fine. I just spaced out for a second. Don't worry."

Her voice sounded distant and weak. Her gaze remained fixed on the direction where the taxi had disappeared, her fingertips trembling slightly.

It's impossible. It must be a trick of the eyes.

Luna Clark died many years ago.

How could she suddenly appear?

She must have been mistaken.

Perhaps it was just a woman who looked similar. It absolutely could not be Luna Clark.

The feeling was too eerie. She must be unsettled today.

"Your voice sounds off, Vivian. Where are you? I'll come pick you up." Liam detected her strangeness, his tone full of concern.

Vivian's expression darkened, and she hurriedly refused. "No need. I'll just take a taxi back."

"Alright. I'll come home early tonight."

After hanging up, Vivian's face grew somber.

Even though she told herself it was just her eyes playing tricks, the scene from earlier refused to leave her mind.

She couldn't just let it go.

So she dialed her best friend Sophia Miller's number and headed straight to her place.

Vivian sat on the sofa in her friend's living room, lost in thought.

The door clicked open. Sophia came in, holding a cup of coffee, her face a picture of frustration.

"Sorry about that. Grinding the coffee beans was harder than I thought. I made you wait so long. Next time, I'll learn properly. But I think this batch turned out okay. Quick, try the coffee I brewed myself."

Sophia presented the cup to her like a treasure, a pleading smile on her face.

Vivian was still distracted. She mechanically took the cup and, without thinking, took a large gulp.

"Hey, wait! It's freshly brewed! It's scalding hot!"

Sophia's eyes widened. She quickly snatched the cup back.

Looking inside, she saw Vivian had already drunk most of it. Sophia was stunned.

"Oh my god, you drank that much? Wasn't it burning hot? Your lips are all red."

Vivian came to her senses slightly, only then feeling a numb, faintly painful sensation on her lips and tongue.

Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of coffee, making her feel nauseous.

She tried to hold it back but couldn't. She frowned and shook her head at Sophia.

"I'm fine. I'll go to the restroom to freshen up."

Vivian walked weakly toward the restroom, her steps a little unsteady.

Her chest felt tight and uncomfortable. Combined with the bitter taste in her mouth, it made her vomit suddenly.

She leaned over the sink, her stomach churning violently. Waves of nausea kept rising.

After vomiting for a while, she gasped for air, the veins on the hand gripping the sink's edge standing out.

Her stomach still felt awful, but there was nothing left to bring up.