Chapter 474

A sudden vulnerability gripped Vivian, exposing the delicate foundation of their relationship. The intoxicating pleasure could fabricate intimacy, yet beneath it all lingered a fragility she couldn't dismiss.

Without warning, a question escaped her lips, tender yet probing. "Have you ever kept anything from me?" Her voice carried no accusation, only a quiet plea for certainty amidst the emotional storm.

Adrian stiffened. The recent omission weighed heavily on his conscience. His pulse quickened as he answered with forced calm, "Never."

The night melted into gentle caresses and whispered affections, leaving Vivian so thoroughly spent that sleep claimed her effortlessly.

Morning light revealed a WhatsApp notification from Giselle, detailing their upcoming high school reunion. The message concluded with a "thoughtful" postscript:

"Don't forget your husband. If work keeps him busy, just say the word—my husband will have a word with his supervisor."

Beside her, Adrian stirred, his sleep-heavy arm draping possessively across her waist. His fingers brushed against her phone.

"Who's demanding your attention at this hour?" His morning voice, rough with sleep, sent shivers down her spine as his warm breath teased her ear.

Vivian squirmed away from his tickling lips with a laugh. "An old classmate invited us to a reunion," she answered, powering off her phone with a decisive click.

Turning to face him, she sank deeper into the pillows. Even with his eyes closed, Adrian appeared less intimidating—his sharp features softened by sleep and the play of shadows across his face.

Overcome with tenderness, Vivian booped his nose, eliciting a boyish grin.

He captured her wandering hand effortlessly, pulling her flush against him. "When's this reunion?" His voice wrapped around her like velvet.

Tucking a stray lock behind her ear, she nestled closer. "Day after tomorrow. Would you come with me?"

His eyelids lifted, revealing dark eyes that held galaxies of unspoken promises. "Is that what you want?" His voice resonated like a cello's lowest note.

Their gazes locked. Cradling his stubbled cheeks, Vivian smiled. "Isn't this invitation obvious enough?"

Adrian remained steadfast. "I need to hear you say it. Do you want me there? Yes or no."

Her hands slid to his chest as she surrendered with a playful sigh. "Yes, Adrian. I want you by my side at this reunion."

Satisfaction illuminated his features as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then I'll be there."