Chapter 63
The top floor of the Sullivan Group.
Outside the CEO's office was the secretarial suite.
Eight elite secretaries worked diligently at their stations.
They all froze when they saw Liam Sullivan carrying a woman.
Every gaze instantly focused on the figure in the boss's arms.
Vivian Bennett buried her entire face against Liam's chest.
She clutched his shirt desperately, her fingertips turning white.
She absolutely could not be recognized.
She still wanted to keep this job.
"No one is to enter without my permission."
Liam's icy gaze swept across the room.
The secretaries hurriedly lowered their heads in acknowledgment.
The door to the CEO's office slammed shut.
Muffled whispers erupted immediately outside.
"Who was that?"
"Definitely not Vice President Sullivan."
"Has the boss found a girlfriend?"
Secretary Lin quietly took out her phone in the corner.
A text message was sent swiftly.
Recipient: Isabella Sullivan.
Inside the lounge.
Liam placed Vivian on the carpet.
"Go take a shower."
He pointed at the bathroom door and commanded.
Vivian was stunned. "Here?"
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
Vivian bit her lip. "I can go home..."
"Wear the same underwear for two days?" Liam cut her off.
Vivian's cheeks flushed instantly.
He even remembered that.
"I don't have a change of clothes..." she protested weakly.
Liam suddenly stepped closer.
"Or should I help you wash?"
Vivian recoiled in alarm. "I'll do it myself!"
She fled into the bathroom like a startled animal.
The lock clicked shut.
The bathroom was astonishingly large.
The marble countertop gleamed spotlessly.
Vivian quickly removed her clothes.
Hot water cascaded over her body.
She squeezed out a generous amount of body wash.
Lather enveloped her completely.
She only realized the problem after finishing her shower.
There were no towels.
And no clothes.
A dark bathrobe hung on the rack.
She hesitated for a moment before putting it on.
The robe was far too big.
The hem dragged on the floor.
The sleeves hung down like theatrical costumes.
She had to roll them up several times to free her wrists.
She was completely swaddled in the oversized garment.
She pushed the bathroom door open.
Liam was standing right outside.
Vivian jumped back in surprise.
"I... borrowed the robe..." she stammered in explanation.
The man's gaze darkened as he looked her over.
Her wet hair clung to her cheeks.
Water droplets traced paths down her collarbone into the robe's neckline.
The voluminous bathrobe made her seem even more petite.
"Come here."
His voice was husky.
Vivian looked up blankly.
Liam had already walked to the large bed.
He patted the mattress.
Signaling for her to sit down.