Chapter 60: So It Turned Out She Had Misunderstood

The call was placed from the doctor who had performed her pregnancy examination. Her eyelids twitched violently. Clearly, there were still about ten days left until her next scheduled check-up, so why on earth would she place a call at this exact time? An inexplicable sense of unease surged within her heart. Nonetheless, she rose her body to avoid Silas Vance, stepping out onto the balcony before connecting the call.

"Hello? Doctor Gu, is there something wrong?" She exerted her best effort to lower her voice to a minimum.

"Miss Hale, I am truly, deeply sorry." Doctor Gu's cadence was thoroughly filled with intense guilt, "It's like this—your pregnancy check-up sheet was mixed up by our hospital staff. There was a minor glitch with the computer system, which resulted in two separate report sheets being switched. In reality, those were the examination results belonging to another lady. You are currently not pregnant..."

She also knew perfectly well how intensely Vivian had been longing for the arrival of this child. Yet a farcical mix-up of this magnitude had actually been staged as a result.

Vivian's heart plunged into an absolute void, her entire form freezing rigid right on the spot from shock. "How... how could this possibly be? I glaringly possessed the physical sensations; over these past couple of days, I consistently experienced the phenomena of wanting to dry-heave and suffer nausea, how could it possibly be a mistake..."

Clearly during the night shroud, she had still been cradling her abdomen, stating that she would grant the baby a double share of love. Yet right now she was informed that it was a complete mistake—it was exactly like plummeting straight down from the clouds, a massive wave of expectation completely falling to nothing. How on earth was she supposed to accept this?

"My apologies. Those phenomena you experienced bound to be triggered by gastric discomfort. I reviewed your data sheet previously—haven't you consistently possessed a rather poor appetite? It bound to be due to insufficient nutrition in your diet combined with far too much exhausting labor and fatigue, which was why those physical reactions erupted..."

"I understand..." Vivian closed her twin eyes, disconnecting the phone call with a heavily weighed-down heart.

Since the child hadn't arrived yet, she would simply continue to engineer opportunities; it wasn't as though her physical form lacked absolute hope. This had consistently been an unyielding obsession nestled within her all along. Thinking up to this point, a wave of absolute determination filled Vivian's newly reopened eyes.

She returned to the room, her eyes colliding straight into the man's profoundly deep, expectant gaze, opening her mouth to speak: "Your proposition from moments ago—I agree to it. I can reside here."

A brilliant flash of joy instantly erupted within Silas's eyes. However, before he could remain happy for even two full seconds, Vivian pushed forward her stipulations right after.

"But we must establish an agreement beforehand—my residing here requires that the rent must be fully paid according to the absolute market rate. You and I can still maintain our relationship as friends with benefits, but it remains strictly limited to that alone. In the event that you harbor another person you like in the future, this relationship can be terminated at any given time, and I will pack up to move out of this place."

She expressed her line of thought in a remarkably rational manner. Simultaneously granting the other party an absolute opportunity to extricate himself.

Silas, however, knit his brows, his voice low and baritone yet exceptionally solemn: "I will never look upon another person with favor for the remainder of my life."

Vivian shifted her line of vision away to avoid his face. "I... I am heading out to organize my luggage."

While she organized her luggage, another alternate matter was occupying her mind. Originally regarding Adrian Cross, she felt that the two of them had wiped the slate clean. She drove him into total bankruptcy, forced him into a liquidation process, and stripped him until he was completely empty-handed—which could be considered a fair compensation for her myriad years of absolute devotion. She had intended to thoroughly sever that wretched karma to relaunch her life structure.

Yet that party's actions today had completely broken past the absolute bottom limit, leaving her thoroughly nauseated to the absolute core. If she failed to launch a savage revenge back to force him to pay an even more agonizingly painful price, she would be entirely unreconciled. She was inherently far from some soft piece of clay to be stepped onto! Just you wait and see!

...

Following that, Vivian and Silas officially commenced their cohabitation. Only this cohabitation life turned out considerably more bizarre than she had initially imagined. She had originally assumed that this was merely an upgraded version of their friends-with-benefits relationship, making it more convenient to execute certain matters. Yet Silas's performance broke past her expectations time and again.

Reflecting that since she had moved inside, she ought to execute a few tasks to share a slice of the household chores, the result conversely yielded that the exact millisecond she picked up the mop, it was snatched away by the man in a thoroughly natural maneuver. "The dust is far too massive, let me handle it."

Following that, this man who typically commanded absolute storms across the business circle picked up the mop to begin scrubbing the floor tiles.

She intended to slice an apple to consume, yet Silas would also rush a step ahead, "Be cautious of slicing your hand, let me execute it." Following that, he handed the beautifully sliced apple pieces over to her form—and he had actually sliced them in quite an attractive manner.

Even when she merely desired to brew a cup of black tea, Silas would also assist her form, "The tea water is far too scalding, let me handle it."

Vivian suffered a triple wave of absolute speechlessness. Was she some sort of a fragile porcelain doll? To a point where he required to treat her form with this level of meticulous caution?

She shifted her thoughts, appearing to recall something as she opened her mouth to deliver an explanation to the man: "President Vance, let me tell you the truth—in reality, I am completely not pregnant. There is truly zero requirement for you to look after my form exactly like looking after a pregnant individual."

Silas's response conversely shattered past her expectations, "I know."

"Then why on earth are you still..."

"I merely desire to look after you, and desire to treat you excellently—is that completely impermissible?" The gaze in the man's eyes was thoroughly tender and lingering, speaking with total openness.

Vivian’s heart skipped half a beat nonetheless. In truth, she was highly unaccustomed to this type of all-around, meticulous treatment. Initially, the man nestled within her impression was mysterious and unfathomable, his treatment toward her form filled to the brim with aggressive intent and absolute possessive desire. At that time, she considered that each of them was merely securing their respective requirements.

Yet right now, knowing that he harbored alternate designs, her entire being felt exceptionally restless and uncomfortable. "In reality, you can completely behave exactly like you did in the past, that would be fine," Vivian attempted to persuade his person.

"The past?" Silas lifted his brows slightly, abruptly closing the distance to press close, the cedar fragrance across his form enveloping her entirely. His burning gaze landed straight onto her lips, carrying a powerfully intense wave of aggressive intent, the absolute tip of his nose on the verge of pressing against her own: "Exactly like this?"

The warm breath splashed across her cheeks, causing Vivian’s heartbeat to skip half a beat nonetheless. She subconsciously desired to retreat backward, yet her waist was firmly encircled by the man's arm. He lowered his head.

Just as she assumed his burning kiss was on the absolute verge of cascading onto her lips, the man conversely merely dropped a gentle kiss straight onto her forehead. Exactly like a feather sweeping across, scratching a wave of itchiness right into a person's heart.

"Alright, head over to the living room to wait, the tea water will be brewed very rapidly." He failed to push further, instead gently releasing his grip on her form to continue lowering his head to brew the tea.

Vivian was left entirely dazed and muddled. Failing to comprehend why on earth he would turn this heavily self-restrained, as though he was terrified of her form. Exactly what sort of a matter was he thinking inside his brain? Completely impossible to see through.

Ultimately, she simply shook her head violently to abandon redundant thoughts. Utilizing an entire day's worth of time to organize every single item, Vivian settled inside with absolute peace of mind.

Following the conclusion of breakfast on the very next day, Vivian had initially intended to depart for the company alone, yet upon descending the building, Silas had already parked that low-profile yet luxurious Maybach right before her face. The car window rolled down slowly, exposing the man's sharply defined profile, "Get inside."

"No need, thank you, President Vance. I had best hail a taxi by myself instead..." Before Vivian’s words of rejection could fully fall from her mouth, they were interrupted by Silas in a thoroughly solemn manner: "Hailing a taxi when I am escorting you along a perfectly matching route—is this exactly how you choose to squander your funds? Get inside rapidly, stop wasting time, we are on the verge of being late for the meeting."

He directly launched into a sharp urge. Vivian was soundly choked by the rebuff, and in the end, lacking an alternative, she could only step inside the cabin to head to the company together with him.

The corners of Silas's lips curved subtly upward. However, before his happiness could remain for long, the exact millisecond the car drove into the vicinity of the company, Vivian opened her mouth once more.

"Alright, leave me right here, I can head over by myself for the remainder of the way." Silas knit his brows slightly, just preparing to deliver a refusal, yet Vivian turned her line of vision onto his face, offering an absolute reminder: "President Vance, you glaringly promised me previously that you wouldn't make our relationship public."