Chapter 95
Liam Sullivan's expression was indifferent.
"My schedule is completely full lately."
Isabella Sullivan's smile instantly froze.
Again.
He always used work as an excuse to reject her.
She clenched her fingers in frustration.
A stubborn glint flashed in her eyes.
"Grandfather's birthday banquet is coming soon," she softened her tone.
"I haven't chosen a gift yet. Will you come with me to pick one out?"
She deliberately invoked the family patriarch.
She thought this time she would surely succeed.
Liam suddenly fell silent.
His gaze traveled through the car window.
It settled on a specific point in the pouring rain.
"Pull over," he abruptly ordered the driver.
Isabella was stunned.
"Brother?"
They were on an overpass in a torrential downpour.
Why stop now?
Liam had already grabbed a black umbrella.
He pushed the car door open and stepped out.
Isabella followed his line of sight.
Through the rain, she saw a familiar figure.
It stood beside a taxi with its hazard lights on.
It was Vivian Bennett.
Isabella's pupils constricted sharply.
Liam strode through the curtain of rain.
The slender figure trembled slightly in the wind.
The umbrella was useless against the driving rain.
She was completely drenched.
Vivian seemed to sense something.
She looked up.
Their eyes met.
Her breath caught.
"Mr. Sullivan?"
She never expected to see him here.
Liam frowned deeply.
"What happened?"
His low voice carried through the sound of the rain.
Vivian explained awkwardly.
"I took Grandma out for dinner and got caught in the storm.
The taxi broke down..."
Everything had gone wrong today.
Liam stared at her intently.
"Get in the car."
His tone brooked no argument.
Vivian instinctively refused.
"The driver will have it fixed soon..."
Even though he had demanded she be his girlfriend for three months.
Even though he had given her a black card.
An unbridgeable chasm lay between them.
She didn't dare take it seriously.
The air around Liam grew icy.
The taxi driver's hand shook.
His wrench dropped into a puddle.
This man's presence was too intimidating.
The pressure was overwhelming.
"Miss, you should just go," the driver urged hastily.
"This car won't be fixed anytime soon."