Chapter 699

"I don't understand what you mean." Vivian Bennett forcefully slapped away his hand that was gripping her chin, her voice laced with a cold, distant chill.

Liam Sullivan was momentarily speechless, blocked by her words.

His face showed no expression, only those deep, unfathomable dark eyes locked onto her.

Two flames burned in their depths, like anger, or perhaps hatred.

Amnesia?

How could she have amnesia?

She knew she was Vivian Bennett, she knew her cousin was Grace Harper, yet she claimed not to recognize him?

"Ah—you!" Liam suddenly hissed in pain, clutching his arm.

He had been momentarily distracted, and she had seized the chance to bite him hard.

When he looked up again, Vivian had already scrambled to the edge of the carpet, grabbed the remote, and opened the bedroom door.

Liam strode after her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist from behind, preventing her escape.

A dull pain throbbed in his arm, a small patch of blood already staining the fabric of his shirt.

This woman, her bite was truly vicious.

"Let me go! You brute!" Vivian struggled and twisted in his grasp, cursing him.

"Brute?" Liam's face darkened instantly, the word almost grinding between his teeth.

What did she call him?

A brute?

"What else are you if not a brute? I don't know you at all! What right do you have to bring me here!" Vivian tried to pry his hands from her waist, her nails digging almost into the back of his hands.

"Fine." Liam suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Then I'll show you what a real brute is like."

Before the words had fully left his mouth, he exerted force, spinning her around and throwing her onto the large bed.

"No! Let me go!" Vivian struggled desperately, but Liam's heavy frame was already pressing down on her, like a burning fire, trapping her firmly.

"I will." A thick, impenetrable darkness surged in Liam's eyes.

Their struggle had caused her already loose robe to slip further, exposing more of her pale skin to the air, as if challenging the last shreds of his restraint.

Before Vivian could stop him, his long fingers had already traced the curve of her waist.

Like a master musician, he easily ignited a trail of shivering red marks.

Vivian stared at him with wide eyes.

The tingling numbness and pain intertwining in her body made her want only to flee.

But his arms were like iron bands around her, forcing her to endure this dizzying touch.

When his scorching lips met the sensitive skin of her neck, Vivian shuddered violently.

A wave of intense humiliation washed over her—she was actually reacting to his touch.

Tears fell without warning.

Her long, wet lashes trembled like butterfly wings shrinking in an autumn rain.

"Why are you crying?" Liam's rough thumb suddenly pinched her chin. Seeing the tear tracks on her face, a frown of impatience creased his brow.

"You're vile! A brute! If you continue, I'll report you for rape!" Vivian sobbed, glaring at him, her finger trembling as she pointed accusingly.

"Report me for rape?" Liam narrowed his eyes, his voice cold as ice. "You are my wife. Who would dare object to me sleeping with my own wife?"

"I am not your wife!" Vivian shook her head vehemently, ignoring the inexplicable twinge of pain in her heart. "My fiancé is Allen! If I marry anyone, it will be him!"

"Vivian Bennett." Liam suddenly curved his lips into a faint, bone-chilling smile. "Aren't you afraid of committing bigamy?"