Chapter 62
Liam Sullivan stood before her.
His handsome face was shadowed.
Bloodshot eyes stared down.
A dark stubble covered his jaw.
He radiated exhaustion.
He looked like he hadn't slept all night.
Had he been standing guard here the entire time?
Vivian Bennett’s heart fluttered.
She didn't dare dwell on the thought.
Suddenly, he bent down.
He scooped her up into his arms.
"Ah! Boss, what are you doing?"
Vivian cried out in panic.
It was already daylight.
Colleagues could arrive at the company any minute.
If someone saw the CEO carrying her, she would never be able to explain it.
Liam placed her on the windowsill.
His tall frame leaned in close.
Vivian found herself face-to-face with him.
She hastily pressed her hands against his solid chest.
She tried to stop him from coming closer.
The movement strained her injured back.
Pain shot through her.
Her face paled.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
Liam’s eyes darkened.
His large hand swiftly wrapped around her slender waist.
He supported her weight.
Vivian finally caught her breath.
"Did you work all night?" he asked, leaning closer.
His gaze locked onto hers.
"Yes," Vivian nodded wearily.
"Why were you working overtime?" Liam’s tone was displeased.
Vivian gave him a helpless look.
"Employees working overtime earn more money for the company, don't they?"
Liam’s thin lips pressed into a tight line.
"The Sullivan Group never encourages overtime."
Vivian was slightly taken aback.
The company didn't encourage overtime?
Then she had clearly been deliberately targeted by Hannah Green last night.
"Is that so?" She curved her lips in a self-mocking smile.
She swallowed her grievances.
Who was she but a newcomer with no connections?
How could she refuse a direct order from her supervisor?
"Did you apply the medicine?" Liam narrowed his eyes.
He continued his questioning.
Vivian muttered quietly, "I would need time to do that."
She had been working non-stop since last night.
She hadn't even had a sip of water.
When would she have found time to tend to her back injury?
Liam’s expression darkened.
He suddenly picked her up again.
He strode toward the door.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Vivian cried out anxiously.
"Going back to my office," Liam stated succinctly.
Vivian’s scalp prickled.
He was returning to his office.
What was she supposed to do there?
She instinctively struggled.
She forgot about her injury.
A sharp pain immediately seized her.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Her face turned ashen.
"What's wrong?" Liam stopped walking.
He looked down at the woman in his arms.
Vivian protested urgently, "I'm not going to your office!"
What if someone saw him carrying her like this?
Was last time's embarrassment going to repeat itself?
Liam studied her flustered and annoyed expression.
He raised an eyebrow. "Or should we go to your office instead?"
Vivian immediately refused. "No!"
If colleagues saw the CEO carrying her into the PR department, she would have no way to explain it.
"Then it's my office," Liam declared decisively.
Vivian opened her mouth to speak.
No words came out.
Comparing the two options, his office was indeed the safer choice.