Chapter <b>137 </b>
Vivian bit her lip and said <b>softly</b><b>, </b>trying to sound pitiful, “Since you’ve already eaten, I’ll go ahead and clean this up.”
She walked over <b>to </b>the dining table and began gathering the tes.
Before Sean came home, she had imagined the two of them sitting down together for a candlelit dinner–flickering candlelight, the scent of fresh roses, a little wine <b>to </b>set the mood.
Everything had been so romantic in her head.
But now? All of it had gone up in smoke.
Frustration simmered in her chest.
She had to make something happen while Charlotte was still in the hospital.
<b>Her </b>eyesnded on the ss of red wine still sitting on the table.
Sean had already stepped into the living room and wasn’t paying attention.
Vivian quickly pulled out <b>a </b>small packet of powder she had prepared in advance and slipped it into the wine.
In the living room<b>, </b>Sean shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. He leaned back, long legs stretched out, and rubbed his temples wearily. Then he pulled out his phone and sent Charlotte a text.
<b>“</b>Just got home. Are you asleep, Lottie?”
There was no reply.
It was already past eleven. She was probably asleep.
A twinge of disappointment passed through him.
Just then<b>, </b>Vivian walked over gracefully, holding a ss <b>of </b>wine.
“Want some wine, Sean?” she asked sweetly.
Sean had always enjoyed wine tasting. The entire first floor of his <b>private </b>vi featured a wall–length wine cab filled with rare <b>bottles</b><b>. </b>Some <b>cost </b>tens or even hundreds of thousands, and many <b>were </b>impossible <b>to </b>find anywhere else<b>. </b>
<b>He </b>had a habit of sipping wine <b>to </b>rx when he was exhausted and Vivian knew that.
She <b>sat </b>beside him, leaning in <b>just </b>a little too <b>close</b><b>. </b>
Sean’s <b>expression </b>darkened. He ced a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her back slightly.
<b>“</b><b>You </b>should go. <b>I’ll </b>have <b>the </b>driver take you home<b>,</b><b>” </b>
Tears <b>welled </b><b>up </b><b>in </b>Vivian’s <b>eyes</b>.
<b>“</b>Did I do something wrong? Why are you being so cold <b>to </b>me?”
<b>“</b>Don’te over uninvited again<b>,</b>” <b>Sean </b>said, his tone icy.
“And stop <b>with </b>these little games<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Sean, I know <b>you’ve </b>been <b>really </b>busy and stressedtely<b>, </b><b>I </b>just wanted <b>to </b>take care of <b>you</b><b>. </b>Do you <b>really </b><b>have </b>to be this heartless?<b>” </b>
“I have <b>a </b>girlfriend. I don’t need your concern.”
<b>He </b>pulled out his phone and called the driver<b>, </b>telling him to <b>get </b>ready to take Vivian home.
<b>Vivian </b>lowered her head, her voice trembling, “<b>If </b>you don’t want me here<b>, </b>I’ll leave<b>. </b>But at least drink this. I bought it just for you <b>at </b>an auction.”
She handed him the wine ss.
Sean took <b>it </b><b>from </b>her.
<b>Vivian </b>watched him <b>closely</b><b>, </b>nervous, barely blinking. She held her breath, waiting for him to drink <b>it</b>.
<b>He </b>brought the ss to his lips <b>but </b>before he could take a <b>sip</b><b>, </b>his phone lit <b>up </b>again.
<b>Sean </b>set the ss <b>down </b>and picked <b>up </b>his phone, and immediately, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curved <b>with </b>genuine
warmth.
<b>It </b>was a message from Charlotte<b>. </b>
<b>“</b>I just woke <b>up</b><b>. </b><b>I </b>was trying to <b>sleep </b><b>earlier</b>, Got <b>up </b>for a bit to drink some water.”
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As he read her message<b>, </b>all the tension in him melted away like snow in the sun.
“Alright. Drink up and get some <b>rest</b>. I’lle <b>see </b>you tomorrow.” he typed back.
<b>“</b><b>No </b>need. I’ve <b>got </b>a packed schedule tomorrow–probably workingte. I want to sleep early once I’m home.”
<b>“</b>Then I’lle the day after.”
Charlotte sighed. This flu had hit her hard, and she wasn’t sure if she would be well enough by then.
After a brief <b>pause</b><b>, </b>she messaged again.
<b>“</b>I might still be busy the day after too. Let mee find you once I’m better<b>. </b>You’ve <b>got </b>a lot on your te. Don’t forget to take care <b>of </b>yourself.”
Vivian sat nearby<b>, </b>watching the way Sean’s face lit up as he texted. His expression was soft, his brows rxed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Everything about him radiated warmth.
She didn’t need to ask who he was texting.
It <b>was </b>obvious.
Her jealousy boiled over.
<b>Crash</b>!
The wine ss slipped from her hand and shattered on the <b>floor</b>, shards scattering everywhere.
Sean looked up sharply, his eyes locking with hers. The warmth was <b>gone</b><b>, </b>reced by <b>a </b>frigid stare.
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