Chapter 55: The New Roommate

Silas Vance’s gaze swept across like a freezing blade, yet his cadence remained steady and resolute: "Right now she has me. I will cherish her and look after her; I won't permit her to suffer a single fraction of grievance or harm."

The expression across Vivian Hale's face vibrated.

Conversely, Adrian Cross's countenance turned ice-cold and heavily contorted.

However, before he could open his mouth to launch a sharp argument, Silas tossed out another line in a thoroughly nonchalant manner: "If you continue to stubbornly pester her, it will only cause your company to go bankrupt even more rapidly."

"You are threatening me!" Adrian grew completely exasperated.

"Even if that's the status of things, so what?" Silas failed to mask his raw edge a single fraction, his surrounding aura terrifyingly oppressive, "A loser possesses zero qualifications to challenge my face; that can only be labeled as an absolute overestimation of your own capability."

An aggressively arrogant attitude of this type nearly caused Adrian to spit blood from absolute fury.

When all was said and done, they were still biological brothers shared by the exact same mother—how could he act this utterly heartless for the sake of a single woman?

Silas, however, possessed zero time to manage his thoughts, clamping his arm around Vivian to walk away directly.

Gazing at the intimate silhouette of their backs as the two departed, Adrian broke past his defenses once more.

"You wait for me! Don't assume for a single fraction of a second that I will fear your person! I will make you regret this."

At this juncture, even Vivian found it farcical.

Only an individual lacking genuine capability would release harsh words from behind a person's back, exactly like a primary school student engaging in a verbal spat—possessing absolute zero lethality.

Along the journey of their return trip, Silas's gaze landed onto her form from time to time.

Witnessing that her face appeared somewhat white and her emotions didn't seem high, the center of his brows knit slightly, his cadence highly strange.

"Having been harmed this deeply, do you truly care about his attitude that intensely?"

Vivian suffered a wave of total speechlessness.

She merely experienced a tiny desire to vomit after sitting in the car, which bound to be a result of her pregnancy reaction, yet it was conversely distorted to mean this specific point.

Furthermore, from his words, she appeared to catch the distinct scent of a sour flavor.

"Let me tell you, President Vance, I feel you happen to be the one who cares about his person more, don't you? Then again, it makes sense. After all, he is your biological younger brother; it is only right for you to care." Vivian feigned a face of total understanding.

Hearing this, Silas's countenance turned entirely dark, as though he had swallowed a common fly.

"I am far from familiar with his person, and we have possessed zero affection since childhood. Stop uttering words of this revolting type to my face," he explained with absolute helplessness.

Conversely, a low pfft of a light laugh drifted into his ears.

Only then did Silas realize that she had executed this intentionally to tease him, seeking her own amusement!

However, catching sight of the smile resurfacing across her face, Silas involuntarily curled his twin lips slightly as well, shifting the topic of conversation a brief moment later.

"Do you require me to escort you back?"

"Ah—"

Bringing up this specific point, Vivian only just recalled that because she had intended to depart abroad, she had already terminated her lease with her landlord and secured her full deposit.

Tonight she actually lacked a place to go.

She rapidly proposed a suggestion: "Trouble President Vance to escort me to a nearby hotel instead."

"Out of the question. It is far too late, it lacks safety," Silas vetoed it directly.

Vivian knit her lips slightly. True enough, residing inside a hotel was far from a permanent solution either.

Pondering for a brief moment, she opened her mouth to inquire further.

"Then does the company provide employee dormitories?"

"Naturally it does."

Silas failed to display a single second of hesitation, "I will escort you over right now."

He very quickly reversed his direction, driving toward an alternate route.

Vivian harbored zero doubt regarding his words.

After all, for a massive conglomerate of this caliber, employee dormitories were inherently an absolute necessity.

However, once they actually arrived at the destination, she only just discovered that this sector happened to be the absolute finest piece of land within the capital.

Following Silas out of the car, they marched all the way inside the apartment. The exact millisecond she pushed open the massive door, she was struck with another wave of shock.

This place contained at the very least over two hundred square meters of space.

Although the design style was minimalist, it was exceptionally clean and aesthetically pleasing, perfectly matching her personal preferences.

The three-bedroom, one-living-room property was incomparably spacious, further equipped with dual kitchens for both Chinese and Western cooking, multiple restrooms, and an ultra-massive floor-to-ceiling window.

Standing before the window, one could clearly discern the green sea and blue sky outside, the scenery beautiful beyond description.

This could far from be described as anything short of over-luxurious.

Vivian vaguely perceived that something was amiss, "You permit common employees to reside inside a magnificent place of this caliber?"

Even if she knew W.E.'s benefits were excellent, this could far from be described as anything less than far too excellent.

"This is an allocation provided for the upper management," Silas explained with absolute composure, "Naturally, you are far from the sole person residing here either."

Vivian was startled.

Which implied she still possessed a roommate?

She initially intended to inquire who on earth that person was, yet her gaze suddenly swept across a familiar suit hanging onto the rack by the entrance.

A silky piece of haute couture attire.

Her line of vision violently landed onto Silas standing beside her form, speaking with total bewilderment: "The roommate you spoke of... is your own self!"

So this was his personal residence.

She had glaringly been played for a fool.

Realizing this specific point, Vivian’s expression plummeted into absolute frost, turning her body on her heel to walk straight outside, "I am heading to reside inside a hotel."

Just as she walked to the entrance, her wrist was caught by the man who gave chase from behind. With a sudden extension of his long arm, he encircled her form straight into his embrace, his distinct-knuckled hand pressing firmly onto the door panel.

"It is already far too late right now, do not depart."

Vivian knit her brows, her cadence subtly freezing: "Step aside."

The man seemed to let out a helpless sigh, deploying a continuous suite of soft grinding and hard soaking.

"Have you forgotten Adrian Cross's threat? The exact millisecond you reside on the outside, he will definitely materialize to harass your form again. This place is fully equipped with comprehensive security facilities, so there is zero requirement to harbor misgivings of this type."

What he articulated happened to indeed be precisely the matter Vivian was concerned about.

But compared to this point, she was even more worried that Silas would discover the absolute fact that she carried a pregnancy.

She would never permit any person to snatch her child away.

Thinking up to this point, her cadence grew even more resolute: "Out of the question. I will not reside together with you, I absolutely must depart!"

"Then reside here for a single night first, wait until tomorrow to consider those matters, otherwise I will worry."

His eyes even carried a shred of absolute pleading.

Vivian reflected that it was indeed far too late to book a hotel right now. Gnashing her teeth, she ultimately decided to deploy a temporary compromise nonetheless.

"Fine. Then I will reside here first."

At the absolute worst, she would seek out an agent tomorrow; no matter what, she could far from continue to entangle with his person.

Silas let out a sigh of relief, moving her luggage into the bedroom for her benefit first.

"This constitutes your room. You can organize your clothes first, I am going to prepare a meal."

He departed the area in a self-aware manner.

Vivian waited until he walked away before opening her luggage, extracting merely two sets of clothes for a change of attire, alongside her toothbrush and toothpaste.

Once the items were fully organized, she stepped into her slippers to emerge from the room. She caught sight of the kitchen, where the man's tall silhouette had his back turned toward her form, currently washing vegetables right by the sink.

The man's distinct-knuckled hands were being washed by the stream of water.

Having washed the vegetables clean, he began to slice them, pour oil, and toss them into the pan with practiced familiarity.

The warm amber light above cascaded down onto his body, plating his form in a layer of gentle radiance.

At this exact moment, Vivian actually caught a sensation of time passing in tranquil beauty across his form.

The moment this line of thought flashed through her mind, she hurriedly shook her head violently, feeling that she had completely lost her sanity.

It bound to be a result of being influenced by her pregnancy hormones, which was why she generated a farcical thought of this type.

She hurriedly patted her cheeks to make her own self snap back to total clarity, stepping forward to inquire: "I'll assist you."

"Zero requirement. The kitchen oil and smoke are heavy, I will finish it very rapidly. You can wait inside the dining room." Silas completely lacked any intention of letting her deploy her hands.

Vivian’s mood was somewhat complex.

In the past at the Cross mansion, she served everyone from top to bottom, every single person taking it for granted to command her form, as though she was a tireless spinning top.

Even when her body was experiencing discomfort, Adrian still desired for her to prepare meals.

Yet this person was entirely opposite.

Precisely because of this, she conversely felt even more restless and unable to sit at ease.

Seeing her standing right on the spot without moving, Silas deliberated for a brief moment, a flash of sharp light passing through his eyes within a fleeting instant.

"If you truly possess an intense desire, there is indeed a single matter where you can provide assistance for my benefit."

"What on earth is it?" Vivian inquired in an immediate, active manner.