In that moment, Vivian Donovan furrowed her brows, pressed her lips tightly, and dug her fingernails into Bernard Jacobson's arm until blood appeared—only this fierce grip helped her suppress her reaction.
"Cough… cough…"
Still glaring at Bernard with humiliation and rage, Vivian masked her distress with a cough, then said, "I've got a delivery order. I'm on my way. I'll call you back."
And just like that, she hung up.
Then she slapped Bernard's shoulder. "You bastard! How shameless can you be?"
His depraved act was beyond contempt.
"What? Afraid your lover will find out and break his heart?"
Hurt yet suddenly inspired, Vivian swallowed her revulsion. She slid her hands to his waist and feigned dissatisfaction, "Is that all you've got? Didn't you eat today, Mr. Jacobson?"
Forcing a
