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Chapter 17 Addicted to Taking Clothes Off?
Chapter 17 Addicted to Taking Clothes Off?
They both reached out to protect each other and grabbed one another’s shoulders at the same time.
Their eyes met, and they both froze.
Vivienne recovered first. “Dr. Kingsley, I’ve got something to take care of. We’ll talk another time.”
Before Frederick could reply, she was already gone.
He spotted her heading straight toward the VIP section.
Regular rooms at St. Avalon Hospital were private, but the VIP section was all luxury suites.
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The double doors stood wide open, as if “welcoming” her in.
Vivienne walked through the sitting area and into the room.
Eliza was half-reclining in bed. Sebastian and Jonathan sat on either side of her.
They stared at Vivienne from the moment she entered, and kept watching as she stopped at the foot of the bed. It looked like an interrogation panel.
Vivienne tossed her bag down with a loud thud at Sebastian’s feet. Without saying a word, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Her movements were crisp and unhesitant.
In the blink of an eye, Sebastian saw Vivienne’s hands at the buttons on her chest.
His fury flared. He stormed forward and grabbed her wrist.
His face twitched with rage. “Addicted to taking clothes off? Slut.”
“Let go of me! You’re targeting Celina just to vent for Eliza, right? Fine. I’ll be your outlet. I’ll strip myself down to nothing. Jonathan, if you’ve got the guts, keep your eyes open and film it with your phone.”
Vivienne broke free and went for the next button.
Jonathan panicked a little, not knowing where to look.
The plan had been to humiliate this crazy woman into backing down. But she wasn’t playing by the rules. She’d rather strip naked than apologize. She was stubborn as hell.
Sebastian finally snapped. “Enough. Get out of here.”
He dragged Vivienne out of the room and nearly crushed her wrist.
Chapter 17 Addicted to Taking Clothes Off?
She fought back, but he only gripped tighter.
In the lounge, he slammed her against the wall, radiating fury.
“You think you look good naked, is that it?”
Vivienne sneered, “Not as good as Eliza naked. Didn’t you get an eyeful of that?”
“Vivienne, I really misjudged you. You’re using this kind of trashy stunt to hurt Eli. Were you trying to kill her?”
Vivienne turned her face coldly aside. She didn’t show a single expression.
Sebastian wasn’t worth it.
‘I only took off her clothes. I didn’t take her life. If she doesn’t want to live, what does that have to do with me?”
‘What about Celina? She’s not your concern either?”
Vivienne looked like she’d been punched in the throat.
It took her a while to say, “I misjudged you, too. Pathetic. You’re all pathetic. Aside from threats, is there anything else you’re good at?”
‘It’s not about the method. It’s about the result. Vivienne, don’t tell me this is your first time dealing with me.”
‘If it were my first time, if I’d known you were this shameless underneath your polished act, I wouldn’t have even looked at
you.”
Back in the room, Eliza craned her neck nervously, trying to see out the door.
She couldn’t see them, couldn’t hear what they were saying.
She could catch the faint sounds of voices, but no clear words.
But one thing was obvious. They weren’t yelling anymore. It wasn’t the outcome she wanted.
“Jonathan,” she whispered, “I don’t want to see her. Can you make her leave?”
Jonathan lowered his voice, “Letting her go now would mean we tortured Celina for nothing. Don’t worry. She’s loyal to her friend. She’ll come back and apologize to you.”
Eliza glanced toward the door again. Anxiety tightened her chest.
What if Vivienne said she had left some pieces of clothes for her?
Just then, Sebastian walked back in. His black eyes were cool again without any rage.
Chapter 17 Addicted to Taking Clothes Off?
Vivienne followed. Her white blouse, complete with delicate ruffles, was buttoned up again. She walked in on high heels, picked up her bag, and looked at Jonathan.
“Mr. Whitford, you truly impressed me today. You’re willing to hurt your wife to protect a stranger. You can’t tell who’s close
and who’s not, huh?”
Jonathan gave a cold smile. “You’ve got a sharp tongue, but you still showed up today. I’m teaching you to know your place. Without Sebastian’s backing, you’re nothing.”
Vivienne didn’t hear a word of it. It was all nonsense.
She only asked herself one thing in her heart.
‘For Cece, can I humble myself to these bastards just this once?”
The answer was yes.
It wasn’t because she wanted to act noble. Celina had always treated her wholeheartedly.
Celina had seen Vivienne at her worst and still offered warm comfort. She was Vivienne’s light.
Tell me. What do I need to do to make you leave Cece alone?”
[onathan gave the floor to Sebastian. “Your call, Sebastian.”
Eliza looked at Sebastian with watery eyes, terrified he might go easy.
He gave Eliza a reassuring glance as if saying, “I’ll handle this for you.”
Then he looked at Vivienne, emotionless. “Post a public apology on your social media.”
Vivienne had never admitted her fault before.
Doing so now would be admitting to all those baseless accusations.
Eliza smiled smugly. “I’ll do whatever Sebastian says.”
Jonathan leaned forward. “So, Vivienne, are you swallowing your pride or not?”
Vivienne reminded herself. Stepping through this door meant swallowing her pride. Celina got involved all because of her.
Vivienne was just about to agree when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Eliza smirking. Eliza was mocking her weakness and helplessness.
The words twisted on her tongue.
“I’ll post it. But I want one day to write it. And from now on, no more messing with Celina.”
“Sebastian.” Eliza tugged on Sebastian’s sleeve. She didn’t want Sebastian to give Vivienne so much time.
Sebastian knew what she meant.
Chapter 17 Addicted to Taking Clothes Off?
“It’s noon. Eight hours is plenty. Vivienne, you’re in no position to bargain.”
Vivienne simply walked out.
Rage and helplessness boiled in her chest.
She grabbed the double doors and slammed them shut behind her. Two thunderous bangs seemed to suggest the end of the world.
As she turned around in fury, she spotted Frederick standing not far away and holding a report.
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