Chapter 8 If You're Healthy, I'll Fulfill My Responsibility

In the end, she went back to Attlee's house.

"Vivi, you're back."

The Attlee parents were delighted to see Vivian.

"You come at the right time. I've cooked your favorite dishes."

Mrs. Attlee grabbed Vivian's hand and whispered, "Has Hudson brushed you off recently and upset you? Don't wrest with him. Derek and I are on your side!"

Vivian pursed her lips to smile but said nothing.

Derek picked up dishes for her, "Vivi, have more. You look much thinner recently."

Then he glared at his son and chastised, "Hudson, although you are busy, you shouldn't brush Vivi off!"

Vivian felt despondent. Mr. and Mrs. Attlee's kindness weighed her down... Despised by her biological father, she had been treated by them as their own daughter for so many years.

"Okay." Hudson dipped a shelled shrimp in sauce and handed it to Vivian's mouth, "Here, Vivi... open your month."

Resentfully, Vivian glared at him but had to open her mouth in the presence of the Attlee parents.

Ignorant of the truth, the old couple smiled, "Finally, you make peace. Hudson, don't upset Vivi again!"

"Sure, I won't dare." Hudson pursed his lips and smiled seemingly sincerely.

Dare not? Vivian sneered inwardly. Who would believe that?

After one night in the Attlee's house, Hudson drove Vivian to SINO Web early the next morning.

"I'm going in." Keeping her head low, Vivian didn't want a glance at Hudson.

"Mm." Hudson hummed. Staring at Vivian, he suddenly lowered his head and clasped her cheek.

Startled, Vivian took a stride back in panic, "What are you doing?"

Angered by her distinct resistance, Hudson immediately pulled a long face, "You tell me. Can't I kiss my fiancée? Vivian, you are going too far!"

Her eyelashes trembling slightly, Vivian clenched her hands. Humiliation got the better of her, but she didn't dare to resist him fearlessly at the thought of her father still lying in the sanatorium.

"I..." She tried her best to restrain herself and faltered, "We're at the company. People will see."

"Humph!" Hudson snorted, both his expression and tone then softened, "Go! I've been busy and will come back home for the weekends. You must answer my calls and reply to my messages... remember?"

Vivian choked and nodded sullenly, "Mm, I will."

Sort of satisfied, Hudson turned around, went down the steps, and drove away.

"Ah..." Vivian heaved a sigh of relief and tightly covered her chest. Deep down, she felt aggrieved and hurt. Like stuck in a swamp, she couldn't get ashore and wouldn't sink for a moment. she could only watch herself trapped in the impasse.

A black Rolls Royce quietly pulled off on the boulevard across the street.

In the car, Jonathan kept his chin slightly high. His expression was indifferent and aloof. Nonchalantly, he watched everything on the far side.

He kicked the car door with a thud.

In the front seat, Zack frowned and whispered for instructions, "Sir?"

"Bring her here." Jonathan moved his gaze back and instructed briefly.

"Yes, sir."

When Vivian was just about to step into the company, two men in black suits suddenly came up and stopped her.

"You?" Vivian glared at them, finding the two men familiar.

"Miss Swift, Mr. Luke is waiting in the car, please!" Their tones were cold and insistent.

Vivian didn't want trouble at the company entrance. Without a choice, she followed them to the other side.

In the car, Jonathan was languidly sitting in the seat. With one hand to support his forehead, he stroked that antique lighter with his right palm. From the side, the bridge of his nose looked higher, and his angular chin looked more beautiful.

When Vivian got in, he slightly tilted his head and darted a look at her blatantly with his deep, shiny eyes.

The man was innately noble but also boasted wild air. His prestige sufficed and flaunted. The outline about him was clear and cool, with a hint of sharpness. The corner of his lips curved up in a chilling smile.

"Ahem." Vivian uneasily touched her neck and coughed drily, "Any... anything?"

Jonathan quietly stared at her before suddenly reaching out to clasp her thin waist. She was yanked on top of him.

"Ah..." Vivian was appalled to be so close to him. Some unknown power assaulted her, and Vivian found it impossible to dodge in the narrow space.

"Ugh..." Vivian reached out to resist him, "Let go of me!"

"Don't move." Jonathan's attractive voice sounded like from his nose, "Have you made the decision?"

Stupefied, Vivian frowned anxiously, "What decision? I was out of luck that night and I admit it. Jonathan, why do you keep pestering me?"

His face black with anger, Jonathan couldn't help exerting more strength, and his eyes turned gloomy, "Where did you stay last night?"

"Huh?" Vivian was both shocked and confused, "What has it got to do with you?"

She was somehow held up by Jonathan the next second. Her head hit the roof, and her tears fell out of pain, "Let go of me! Don't you know you are weird? What makes you think you can question me like that? We have no relations."

Jonathan stared at her with his deep eyes like a preying leopard. It made Vivian cringe.

"You've slept with that man?"

"What?" Pissed, Vivian raised her hand and slapped Jonathan, "Get lost!"

Too late to dodge, Jonathan slightly turned his face sideways and gazed at Vivian with his eagle's eyes, "That means no, good. You've been given time, and now fulfill your responsibility!"

Vivian felt helpless. Should a girl be held responsible by a playboy! Who would believe this!

"Fine!" Irritated, Vivian lifted her chin, "Give me your report!"

"What report?" Jonathan frowned in confusion.

"Medical report!" Vivian made up her mind to seriously talk nonsense.

"You see, didn't you give me a physical examination back then? Responsibilities should be fair and mutual, right? Your lifestyle is sick, what if you have any disease? Go to the hospital for an examination. If you are clean and healthy, I'll fulfill my responsibly!"

Jonathan immediately pulled a long face. He had never been humiliated like this.

But that was the effect Vivian needed. She was sure that he would not agree.

"Humph!" Vivian smirked, pushed Jonathan away, and got off the car, "Mr. Luke, see you! No, I will not see you again!"

Through the car window, Jonathan fixed his eyes on the leaving woman and somehow curled up his lips, "Heh, interesting."