Spencer's POV:
As I held Vivian's soft body in my arms, I fell into a momentary trance. However, her confidence irritated
me and quickly yanked me out of my daze.
I took her hands into mine, and then pushed her away gently. "Don't do that. I'm not suitable for you."
The smile on her face vanished in an instant, replaced with a frown. Discontent, she hissed, "Then why
the hell did you come to me?"
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Vivian. If you're happy with that man, I promise I won't interfere. I just
want you to think things over." I dared not look into her eyes, too nervous to meet her gaze. Having
said what I needed to, I spun on my heel and left immediately.
Passing the hallway, I caught a glimpse of the man's face. 'So this is Vivian's type?' I thought to myself
gloomily.
Frustrated, I clenched my fists silently and hurried back to my car. I told the driver to send me back to
the bar.
On the way, my phone rang. Scarlett's name popped up on the screen.
"Hey, Scarlett. Aren't you on a business trip?"
"Vivian called me just now. She said she's drinking alone at the seaside. She sounded really weird... Is
it convenient for you to check on her now, Spencer? I'm really worried about her."
My heart skipped a beat. Anxious, I quickly asked Scarlett for the specific address and demanded the
driver to send me there as soon as humanely possible. Worry chewed on my heart, sending me into
panic.
Along the way, I kept calling Vivian. To my dismay, she didn't answer at all.
So anxious I was, a second seemed like a century.
After a long and excruciating wait, the car arrived at the destination.
Through the window, I noticed Vivian's car parked at the roadside.
She was really here!
Before the car could even stop properly, I unlocked the door and jumped off without hesitation. I didn't
bother to care about the consequences.
Seeing this, the driver shouted in panic behind me.
I couldn't care less and didn't respond to him. My eyes swept around the place, hunting for Vivian. I
paced every nook and cranny, calling her name desperately.
Finally, from a distance, I spotted a familiar figure. Vivian was there! She staggered towards me with a
bottle of wine in hand.
I ran to her immediately, worried. "Vivian! Where have you been?"
Vivian squinted and stared at me for a long time, unspeaking. All of a sudden, she shook off my hand
and pushed me away. "Don't touch me, Spencer. I'm not suitable for you!"
She was telling me the very same words I had said to her earlier...
My heart ached, and I understood her feelings.
Vivian staggered a few steps ahead before collapsing on the beach, going limp. The wine bottle rolled
out of her hand.
Alarmed, I hurried forward and picked her up. It was then that I saw her eyes were closed shut.
I soon found Vivian's car key, so I opened the door and gently put her on the back seat. But the
moment I got up to leave, she grabbed my collar and held me in place.
"Stay with me," she whispered in a pleading tone. I didn't know why, but I heeded her request and sat
in the car with her.
Vivian leaned on my shoulder, and her erratic breathing gradually became steady.
Very soon, she was fast asleep.
I watched her sleeping face silently, until a strange light caught my eyes.
Raising my head curiously, I realized that it had come from Vivian's phone. A new message had
appeared on the locked screen, but I could not see the specific content.
Strangely enough, a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly washed over me. Many questions ran
through my head.
It was already so late. Who was texting Vivian at such an hour?
Was it the man she dated tonight? Was he interested in Vivian? More importantly, would Vivian accept
him...?
"Spencer…" My train of thoughts died away when I heard Vivian's sleep talking.
I looked down at her, but her eyes were still closed.
She was the one who said that she wanted to sleep with me. So why did she go on a blind date with
another man?
Recalling the hasty kiss and the intimate gasps earlier, my heart beat faster and faster. Every single
thing was puzzling. I couldn't make heads or tails out of it. What on earth were my feelings for Vivian?
How did I really feel about her…?
The alcohol kicked in, turning me drowsy. My eyelids grew heavy as a strong urge to sleep washed
over me.
Without realizing it, I passed out. I didn't know how long I was unconscious, until I felt a movement next
to me.
Immediately, I jerked awake and subconsciously tightened my arm.
Vivian fell into my arms and directed a ferocious glare at me, warning me.
Faced with her sharp eyes, I let go of her right away.
"Why are you here...?" Vivian studied me, confused as to why I was next to her.
I rubbed my shoulder, numbed from her leaning on it for a long time, and threw her a sulky look. "My
arm's numb, all because of you."
Just then, there was another sound from Vivian's phone. She picked it up and showed the screen to
me. It was a short text.
"I was actually prepared to be rejected before I confessed my love for you. I said it because I didn't
want to regret later on. I hope you don't feel any pressure. We can still be friends. Harris."
Wait, so the guy was Harris? How dare Emily's lackey fancy Vivian?!
I snorted, derisive.
"Why are you snorting?" Vivian smiled at me, helpless.
"Hah! That Harris is so shameless. He made a scene and troubled you in the bar. How could you be
friends with him?!" I was feeling uncomfortable all over. I quickly opened the door, about to leave.
However, I wasn't able to move as something grabbed my arm. Frowning, I turned around. Vivian
quickly leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips before I could react. "Stop making excuses. You're
just jealous!"
Ugh… Damn it! When she saw that I wasn't replying, she crashed her lips against mine for another
kiss.
Scarlett's POV:
As soon as I got off the plane, Charles called me.
"Did you see the person who came to pick you up?"
Surprised, I looked up. Sure enough, I could see someone raising a huge sign with my name on it at
the exit.
"Yes, I did. You're so considerate." I spoke with Charles for a while more, smiling happily. After that, I
hung up and joined my colleagues.
We got into our designated ride and left the airport.
When I arrived at DK Hotel, a well-dressed man opened the door for me.
"Mrs. Moore, I'm the manager of DK Hotel. Please allow me to walk you to your room." The manager
took the luggage from the driver and led us inside politely.
To my surprise, we were taken to a presidential suite.
This was obviously not the kind of room the TV station would book for us!
"Excuse me… Are you sure this is my room?" I turned to the manager, confused and uncertain.
The manager nodded. "Yes. Mr. Moore arranged this for you. By the way, your colleagues' rooms are
just next door."
I smiled and thanked the manager politely, and then closed the door.
Once inside and alone, I whipped out my phone and sent a message to Charles. "Charles, how many
more things have you done for me without telling me?"
Charles's reply came in an instant. His words were cryptic, however. "Surprises are everywhere."
Just as he texted this, there was a knock on the door. My colleague was calling for me. "Scarlett, are
you free? There's something I'm not sure about the script. I'd like to go through it with you, if that's
alright."
I put down my phone and started my work.
It was a long time until I was finally done. I looked at the window, and saw that it had gone completely
dark outside.
Just as promised, Charles did a video call.
I didn't answer it until I returned to my bedroom.
As I switched on my phone and replied to his call, his figure came into my sight. To my surprise, he was
in the midst of getting dressed and was slowly buttoning his shirt. Under the open collar lay his solid
muscles, the sight making my face burn with admiration and embarrassment.
Charles raised his head, grinning knowingly. "Do I look good, Scarlett?"
I tried to push down my embarrassment and put on a cool front. I said nonchalantly, "I guess your
figure's not bad."
Charles raised his eyebrows in reply, and undid one of his buttons with a teasing gesture. "Not bad?
Just that? Well then, how about I take my clothes off and show it to you?"
"No. No, no, no. No need!" My heart beat faster and faster at his flirty suggestion. It was getting harder
and harder to keep calm. Facing the naughty Charles, I had no choice but to change the topic. "So, um,
did you sleep with James last night?"
Charles nodded. He reached for his tie and began to put it on. "I go home on time every night, just to
have dinner and sleep with our beloved son. I didn't do anything improper outside when you're not at
home, too."
He sounded as if he was giving me a report, which made me chuckle. "Well done! I'll give you a reward
when I return."
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