Liam curled his lips with a hint of frostiness flashing in his eyes. A while later, he looked Caprice in the eye. Her fair and wet face made her look like a damsel in distress. “So you think Heather and I are dating?” Caprice hummed a reply. “Is that why you reject our engagement?” he asked. “Mhmm…” Caprice pondered but shook her head. “Not exactly.” “What’s the other reason?” “It’s because you…you don’t…” Caprice lowered her blush-stained face. She was too embarrassed to utter those words in person. Liam narrowed his eyes. His usual calm look was replaced by restlessness and anxiety at the moment. “I don’t what?” Screech! It was then the car stopped. Liam looked at the driver grudgingly. The driver said in a small voice, “Sir, we’re here.” Liam pursed his lips. Before the bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the door for him, he got out of the car himself. Caprice also nervously opened the door, but before her feet could touch the ground, Liam had com
Inside the spacious and well-lit living room was Liam. He was dressed in a matching set of gray pajamas like the one Caprice was wearing and was resting on the couch. There were books and a tea set on the table, but he was neither reading nor drinking tea. He sat quietly with his arms folded in front of him. He must be waiting for Caprice. Soon, Caprice showed up. He turned to her and motioned her over. “Come here." Caprice approached him. She was aiming for the couch adjacent to his. "Sit with me.” Liam noticed and beckoned. His voice was calm, but there was an undertone of authority that was not to be disobeyed. Caprice silently nodded and sat next to him with her cheeks flushed red. He turned to her. “How are you feeling? Do you still feel sick?” She shook her head and murmured, "No." Liam seemed relieved to hear this. Then, he gently grabbed her by her chin and turned her to face him. He peered into her eyes and asked, “Before you left the car, you men
If only she knew how much he had to restrain himself at the time! He had known ever since he was a child that he would marry Caprice one day, but he could not allow himself to cross the boundary with her while she was still underaged. He peered at her intently. Caprice seemed befuddled. “What about it?” Of course, she knew he was an adult. All she wanted to do was to snuggle with him and get closer to him. Liam was silent. He noted the naive look on her face and made an expression. This was the first time he had to explain the dynamics of what happened back then. Suddenly, he realized he could not find the right words to explain it. Caprice stared at him with a beaming look in her eyes. All she could think about now was that he and Heather were not dating and that he had feelings for her this entire time. She was grinning from ear to ear and could not stifle the urge to sit closer to him. "Liam, can I sit closer to you now?” she asked softly and warily. It
He gently caressed her hair. “Look at me.” She took a deep breath and looked up. Her blushed cheeks, which were the shade of ripe tomatoes, immediately came into Liam’s view. He was briefly startled by the sight, then he began snickering. Caprice felt embarrassed and groaned, "What are you laughing at?!” She looked up, just like he told her to! Liam grinned. “I’ll tell you if you lift your head taller.” There seemed to be some sort of magical effect to his words. Caprice craned her neck upward to face him just as she was told. Her face was fully in view now. It was then that Caprice realized that she had fallen into a trap. Alas, it was too late. Liam had lowered his head and locked his lips onto hers. He made sure to clasp the back of her head with his hand so she would not have the space to break free. His domineering breath poured into her. She could not breathe, she began to struggle fruitlessly and whimper for air. Only then did Liam reluctantly l
Caprice entered the bedroom he spoke of. It was furnished roughly the same as his place in Westchester. It was very clean and tidy, and the room was conservatively furnished with just the essentials and nothing more. After shutting the door, she climbed into bed and threw a blanket over herself. Her heart was still beating rapidly. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. After some time had passed when she had finally managed to soothe her restless heart, her phone rang. It was her father calling. Hup! She sat up abruptly. Oh no, she forgot to go home! She held the phone to her ear. Before she could come up with a proper explanation, her father’s voice rang through the speakers. There was a distinct note of suppressed anger in his voice, "Caprice, are you with that Carter boy right now?” Caprice was startled. “How did you know?" John took a breath to compose himself. “He just called your mother and told her that something happened to
She was only planning to get some shut-eye while waiting for her father. It did not take long before she dozed off and fell asleep. She barely noticed that Liam had carried her in his arms back into the bedroom and settled her into bed. He made sure to tuck her in properly and covered her with a thick blanket. Even in her sleep, she grinned from ear to ear. She must be in a very good mood. Without realizing it, Liam found himself caressing her cheeks. After feeling the soft texture of her skin briefly, he withdrew his hand and walked out of the bedroom. Then, he heard a knock on the door. He went to the door and opened it. Outside the door was a tall and elegantly dressed middle-aged man. He wore his pair of iconic gold-rimmed glasses, a piercing look shooting through the lens. Liam greeted the man politely, “Hey Uncle Stockton. Please, come in." John regarded him without much affection. "Where is Caprice? I'll take her home." "She fell asleep." John fr
Meanwhile, Heather had just returned to her home in Westchester. The hour was late. She had a large coat thrown over her shoulders. The moment she got out of the car, she sneezed loudly. The housemaid who came up to greet her quickly asked in a concerned voice, "Miss, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” Her mind instantly jogged to how Caprice had grabbed onto her so that the two of them would tumble into the pool together. The memory prickled her. She would not forget the sheer spite she felt when she scrambled out of the pool only to see that Liam had carried Caprice away. She roared at the housemaid, “Scram!” The housemaid recoiled in fright. Heather strode into the house, stepping into the living room. Inside the living room were her parents Roman and Sophia. They were still awake and drinking tea while chatting about ongoing affairs inside the company. When they saw Heather enter wrapped in a coat and her hair still wet, they cast surprised looks at her
Heather sensed her father’s reluctance. She took a deep breath and assured him, “Dad, don’t worry. I won’t do anything rash. I just want to find out what kind of connections Caprice has, then I can figure out how to deal with her. I’ll make sure Liam doesn’t find out about it.” Roman stirred. “Heath, I still think it’s best that we move on from this. Nothing is going to come out of you taking revenge against her.” He was a man of business and recognized that the risk far outweighed the potential rewards. This was a wholly unnecessary venture. Heather fixed a look of determination in her eyes. “Dad, I want to be with Liam. Caprice has nothing going for her except for her looks, and I know that I am better than her in every way possible. I cannot stand to see her steal Liam away from me.” Roman was caught by surprise, and something gleamed in his eyes. If his daughter could tie the knot with Liam, their family prosperity would be set for life. Heather was relentless. “D