Vivian remained silent and contemplative as Louis drove away from the grand mansion and onto the winding roads. Her introspection had been heightened by the unexpected meeting at the mansion.Louis finally broke the silence after what seemed like an eternity. "Vivian," he started cautiously.She turned to face him, her gaze drawn to the expression on his face. "What's on your mind, Louis?"He took a deep breath and said. "You see, Amanda Evans is very close to my mother, almost as if she were her daughter. I hadn't expected to see both of them today."Vivian blinked in surprise, then teased, "You afraid I'd get mad, bae?"Louis looked her in the eyes with tenderness. "I just wanted to protect you.""I believe that if I chose to be with you, I'd have to face those who wish me harm," she said firmly. I'm no longer afraid because you're by my side."Vivian tightened her grip on his hand in response. Whatever the future held for them, they would face it together.When Louis's car pulled u
Amanda had consumed far too much, and her usual poised demeanor had now crumbled into a state of disarray. "There, it's going to be all right," Emma reassured, her voice a gentle whisper. Amanda raised her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Brian... he treats me so terribly," she choked out, her voice quivering. "He still loves Vivian." I can feel it. I'm just... not enough for him. I want to get back at him." "And Vivian, too," Emma sneered. She must have reconnected with Brian. She's always been that way." "But I adore him, Emma." I really do. "How can I be so stupid?" Amanda muttered, her voice nearly drowned out by the din of the bar. "And as for Vivian, she's now Louis Morris' girlfriend," Amanda continued, taking another sip of her drink. I'll find any way I can to tell his mother and tear them apart. Vivian doesn't deserve such good fortune!" Emma's eyes flashed with rage when she heard the name Louis Morris, a wave of jealousy engulfing her mind. "She's a harl
Vivian entered Louis's office, bathed in gentle light and the fresh scent of new books. She smiled softly, gracefully walked over, and settled onto his lap, her lips finding his naturally. However, there was something unusual in Louis’s embrace, and his eyes seemed pensive.Vivian looked deep into his eyes, sensing a hidden mystery. “Louis, are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.He avoided her gaze, “Oh, it’s just work, a bit stressful.”Vivian, knowing Louis too well, didn’t believe his words. She knew he wasn’t one to be easily worn down by work. But she didn’t want to push him to reveal something he might not want to, so she accepted his explanation.Suddenly, Louis asked a question that took her aback, “What would you think if we got married?”His question made her heart pound, but it also filled her with anxiety. “Louis, is your family opposing our relationship?” she cautiously asked.“No, it’s not that,” he shook his head, his voice firm yet his eyes held a
Upon arriving home, Vivian and Louis immediately embraced each other as if seeking a lifesaver amidst the vast ocean of emotions. Their breathing became rapid, and their lips met in a fervent kiss.Louis’s hands roamed over Vivian’s body, skillfully pulling her dress down to let it fall to the floor. He lifted her effortlessly and gave her a kiss on her forehead.Vivian giggled, her cheeks turning a rosy red like a child’s. Her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as if wanting to fuse into him.Gently, Louis laid Vivian down on the soft mattress, his eyes gradually consumed by desire. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, betraying his longing.Vivian smiled mischievously, arching her body up to him. Her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare chest. As his shirt fell away, her tongue traced the contours of his chest, tasting the sweet cherry of his skin. Her eyes, full of seduction, locked onto his.Louis’s breathing became more urgent, his restraint breaking.
Vanessa, holding her coffee cup, approached Louis and placed it on his table with a sly smile on her lips. Louis noticed her but opted for indifference. His mind was swamped with thoughts, and Vanessa’s presence felt utterly unnecessary. “So, you finally proposed to Vivian, huh?” Vanessa spoke, her voice dripping with a sweetness that Louis instantly recognized as fake. He simply nodded, keeping his responses short and his emotions under control. Undiscouraged by his lack of enthusiasm, Vanessa continued, “She must be on cloud nine, right? A wedding is every girl's dream. But she'll be disappointed soon enough." Louis finally responded, “I’ve done everything according to the plan. What more do you want?” The smile quickly faded from Vanessa’s face, her words now laced with sarcasm, “You love her? You’re having second thoughts, aren’t you? You’ve forgotten everything my sister went through, haven’t you? You’ve forgotten your promise, haven’t you, Louis...” Louis locked his gaze on
Vivian swiftly settled into the back seat of Louis's private car, heading straight to the hospital. Inside, she sat anxiously, her emotions a whirlwind of unease and confusion. Pulling out her phone, she began to compose a text message to Otis.“Otis, Kristen is at the hospital. She just fainted. You need to get here right away.” Vivian pressed send, feeling her worry intensify. She had chosen to inform Otis, understanding that Kristen’s habitual hesitance could prevent a swift resolution.Finally, the car pulled up to the hospital, and Vivian quickly got out, nodding in gratitude to the driver, “Thank you! Please wait for me for a moment.”Vivian, following the directions, made her way to Kristen's hospital room. She opened the door to find Kristen lying still on the bed, her face pale but breaking into a smile upon seeing her. Vivian's heart sank, but almost immediately, a wave of relief flooded through her, knowing that Kristen's ability to smile meant she still had strength.Appro
Arriving at home, Kristen swiftly moved to the bedroom, her body sinking into the soft embrace of the bed. Otis, with a gentle touch, began to knead her back, his fingers delicately working to relieve her fatigue. Kristen let out a deep sigh, the sound heavy with the day’s exhaustion. “Just relax, I’ve got you,” Otis whispered, his voice acting as a soothing salve to her weary soul. She smiled in contentment, basking in his care. Her shoulders loosened, and the stiffness in her neck gradually eased. As the last vestiges of her tension dissipated, Otis leaned down, pressing his lips softly to hers. It was a kiss filled with unspoken words and emotions that had built up over the past two weeks, a kiss he longed to give her every day. But just as quickly, Kristen broke the kiss, placing her finger on Otis’s lips with a serious gaze. “I’m hungry,” she stated simply. Otis smiled, planting a tender kiss on her forehead before leaving the bed. “Alright, my love. Stay here and rest. I’ll
The next day, propelled by her promise from the previous night and a nagging curiosity, Vivian made her way to the restaurant where Rachel was already waiting. As she sat down, a warm smile played on her lips, radiating like the morning sun as she greeted Rachel, "Have you ordered anything yet, Rachel?" Rachel extended the menu to Vivian, responding, "I've made my choice, it's your turn now." After a moment's contemplation, Vivian decided, "This is my first time trying Vietnamese cuisine, so I think I'll go with Pho." "I chose Pho for my first Vietnamese meal too, it's really delicious," Rachel reassured her with a smile. The waiter took their orders, and with a deep breath, Vivian ventured into the topic that had been haunting her thoughts, "Rachel, do you know Lucy Hart?" Rachel’s eyes widened in surprise at the question, "Lucy Hart..." she paused, seemingly contemplating how to proceed, yet chose to speak the truth, "Yes, I know her." Vivian held her breath, feeling her palms
Two months had slipped by since Vivian retreated to this peaceful corner of the world, a decision shrouded in silence. As she sat on the bench, hands gently resting on her growing belly, she whispered apologies to the life stirring within her. "My dear child, I'm so sorry. I'm just so afraid that your father might not truly love me," she confessed to the soft breeze, her voice a blend of love and fear.Her solitude was interrupted by the rustle of the newspaper she picked up, the headlines grabbing her attention with a shock so profound it felt physical. Emma and Steven, caught in a web of conspiracy and attempted murder against Brian. The reality seemed too surreal, too distant from the life she once knew.The phone rang, pulling her further from her thoughts. Kristen's voice crackled through, tinged with disbelief. "Vivian, have you heard? Emma and Steven were arrested for trying to kill Brian.""Yes, I saw," Vivian replied, the weight of the news settling in. "I can't believe they w
Louis returned home to a silence that was unsettling. The absence of Vivian's presence turned the once comforting space into a void that echoed with his growing concern. He waited until nightfall, hope dwindling with each passing hour, but there was no sign of her. Desperation clawed at his chest as he dialed her number, only to be met with the cold indifference of a voicemail. Kristen's line was equally unyielding, offering no solace, no clue to Vivian's whereabouts.Panic set in, a relentless tide that washed over him, urging action. He drove to Kristen's house, the urgency of his mission fueling his speed. But the house stood silent, its windows dark, a mute testament to his deepest fears. Vivian was nowhere to be found.His mind raced as he contacted his private investigator, the words tumbling out in a frantic plea for assistance. "Find her," he implored, the command a lifeline thrown into the vast uncertainty that had engulfed him.Attempts to reach Otis, Kristen's boyfriend, yi
Louis shattered the stillness, his whisper slicing through the gloom, "I love you, Viv. Beyond anything else." His tone, a tender stroke, acted as a balm to the storm of sentiments raging within Vivian. Silence was her response, her heartbeat a drumbeat of confusion, as she navigated through her maelstrom of apprehensions and longing. Her memory of their shared past was a blank slate.In a surge of impulsivity, Vivian cast aside the pillow, her action louder than any spoken word. The chasm between them closed as Louis encircled her in his embrace, pulling her to him. Vivian sought refuge in his arms, her head against his chest, attuned to the consistent beat of his heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, the reason for her weeping unclear, possibly the purest expression of her soul.Louis's hand gently swept across Vivian's back. "Life without you is unimaginable," he murmured, his breath a warm caress on her nape.Elevating her gaze to his, the anguish in his look, the unfiltered sinc
The kiss persisted, and neither of them appeared to want to break it. However, as the tension grew, Vivian softly pushed Louis away, bit her lip, and murmured, "Just one kiss. That's all there is to it.""Thanks, bae," Louis muttered as he took a step back, his hand caressing his lips. "It's quite tasty."Vivian's cheeks turned pink, and she muttered, "You smudged my lipstick!"Vivian motioned for Louis to stand still after the kiss; her hands intended to continue applying his makeup, but she paused for a second. His fierce and scorching look made her uneasy. "Close your eyes," she said, trying to temper the fire in his gaze, which threatened to distract her.Louis closed his eyes and surrendered to her touch. Vivian worked painstakingly in the silence that followed, her hands steady as she etched the image of a skeleton onto his skin.Vivian took a step back after thirty minutes, when it was completed satisfactorily. "Open your eyes," she said, motioning with her hand. When Louis agr
Vivian's recuperation was visible two days after she was released from the hospital, a gentle return to the world she previously knew. Louis tentatively approached the subject of their living arrangements after finishing the discharge formalities. "Would you mind staying with me? I want us to be close so you can recall our shared memories more quickly," he said, his words tinged with hope. Vivian shook her head, watching the expressions on his face. His brief disappointment tugged at her emotions, and she knew the depth of his adoration was genuine. "I'd rather you stay with me at my place," she finally added, expressing a need for routine and some sort of control in a life that had suddenly been turned upside down. Louis's face lit up, a stark contrast to the stern mask he usually wore. The powerful guy, who was always so composed, reveled in the simple confirmation of a lady he adored. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, a show of love. He contacted his assistant righ
"I will never leave you alone." Louis assured her, the corners of his mouth lifting into a reassuring smile.His assistant made arrangements to move them to the hospital's most luxurious suite—a room that felt almost like home and had space for him to remain by her side.Before granting them privacy, Kristen shared a secret with Louis, her eyes clouded with sadness. "When she was fifteen, a burglar broke into her house on a night she was alone," Kristen confided. "Ever since, Vivian has been terrified of sleeping alone. It took years for her to overcome that fear. Please be patient with her."Louis nodded in understanding. "I will," he promised, a solemn vow made to both Kristen and himself. For the first time, he was privy to the shadows that lingered in Vivian's past.That night, as Vivian lay beside him, her breaths deep and even, her brow would occasionally furrow in her sleep, as if she were fending off nightmares. Louis watched over her, a silent guardian against the darkness of
Kristen burst into the room, her quick steps and tears streaming down her cheeks saying more than the words she could say. As she lay down, her gaze was fixed on Vivian's eyes. Otis also hugged Kristen tightly, as if to tell her not to worry too much because it would harm the baby in her womb. "Are you ok?" Kristen's voice was a trembling whisper, a stark contrast to the strength she usually exuded. Vivian smiled softly, relieved to finally meet the only person she remembered. "No problem, Kristen. I'm perfectly fine!" Vivian's gaze then shifted to Louis, and she made a suggestion. "Could you please step outside, Louis?" "I need to talk to Kristen." She just wanted this conversation to be private so she could confirm a few things. Louis nodded and walked away with Otis, leaving the two women alone with their thoughts. Kristen sat down next to Vivian's bed and gently held her hand. Her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered the moment she learned the bad news. Her heart clench
An hour later, Louis was granted the permission to see her. He sat beside her, his gaze settling on the cheeks that once bloomed with health, now pallid and lifeless. Her breathing was faint, almost imperceptible. The bloodshot threads in his eyes stood out starkly.He kept her company through the night, as though his presence could somehow bind her soul to this realm. The night pressed on, and he remained, unable to tear his eyes away for even a second. Fatigue enveloped him, yet he stayed, watching over her. He feared that the moment he succumbed to sleep might be the very moment she slipped through his fingers."Vivian, I love you deeply. I am sorry for everything."What if her memories of them had been irretrievably lost? Would she despise him, pushing him away, denying him the chance to be close to her?Louis's mind was a tempest of confusion, yet his heart clung to hope, ready to do anything for her happiness.The longest night in Louis's life had ebbed away. Vivian finally bega
The car collided with Vivian with devastating force, sending her delicate frame sprawling to the ground, unconscious and drenched in her own blood. Vanessa, gripping the steering wheel, was engulfed in a tidal wave of panic, her senses overwhelmed. "Damn it!" She screamed, pounding her fists against the wheel. Her heart thudded wildly as she realized the severity of her actions. In a state of utter terror, she floored the accelerator, fleeing the scene at a dizzying speed. Bystanders watched in horrified disbelief, witnessing the brutality of the moment unfold before their eyes. The air was thick with cries of shock and the frenzied sound of people pulling out their phones, dialing emergency services and reporting to the police. Chaos reigned, punctuated by a sense of urgency and disbelief. Amidst the pandemonium, Louis arrived, his face draining of color as he took in the horrific sight before him. Vivian, the woman he held dear, lay in a pool of her own blood, her body seemingly