Chapter 65

Her fingertips brushed against his chest, solid as a fortress.

Beneath the thin fabric, his skin burned with heat.

The pounding of his heartbeat thundered in her ears, deafening.

Vivian Bennett looked up in a panic. "Mr. Sullivan... I didn't mean to..."

Liam Sullivan's deep, unfathomable dark eyes locked onto her.

"Take it off," he commanded.

Vivian froze.

What was he going to do?

Why did he want her to remove her clothes?

Seeing his hand reach for the robe's tie, she clutched the fabric tightly in terror.

There was nothing beneath the robe.

If he dared to force her, she would never yield.

"Take it off," his voice was cold and heavy.

Without applying medicine, what would happen to her wounds?

"No," she bit her lip firmly.

She was his subordinate, but she had her dignity.

She would never let him have his way with her.

"Take it off or not?" His gaze darkened abruptly.

Was this woman really going to delay her own treatment?

"Never," she struggled fiercely, trying to break free and escape.

Liam swiftly seized her wrist.

"Let go!" she cried out.

His fingers tightened. His other hand moved toward her robe again.

In desperation, she lifted her foot and kicked his shin.

Liam grunted in pain and released his grip.

Vivian turned to flee.

But he grabbed the back collar of her robe.

A tearing sound ripped through the air.

A sudden chill enveloped her body.

She looked down. Her pupils constricted violently.

"Ah—"

The robe had been completely torn away.

She stood naked before him.

The air instantly froze.

The temperature in the lounge seemed to skyrocket.

Liam's breath caught.

The body before him was like finely carved jade.

Dark hair half-concealed her snow-white back. Her waist was as slender and soft as a willow.

Every inch of her skin glowed with a luminous sheen.

His Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze deepened.

This woman... was simply a temptress sent to bewitch men.