Vivian and Louis flew back to the city the next day. Her life returned to its usual, peaceful rhythm.Louis sat in silent contemplation in the car on the way to work, occasionally adjusting the steering wheel. "Do you want to meet my parents?" he asked, breaking the silence with a glance towards Vivian.Vivian was taken aback by Louis' suggestion. It felt like a tempest was raging inside her, consuming her entire being. She was plagued by anxiety, uncertainty, and the looming fear of encountering potential prejudices against her. At the same time, she yearned to take on this challenge.She paused for a moment, swallowed the knot in her throat, and replied, "Yes, I would like to meet them."Louis looked at Vivian and gently placed his hand on hers. "Don't be concerned. "You'll be fine."Her worries, however, remained deep within her. Vivian realized she was about to enter a battle surrounded by the elite, where she would be the only unarmed combatant.Louis's family mansion was hidden

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

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.

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

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