His voice was very low.
"Vivian Sinclair, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Her breath caught, her heart suddenly trembled.
"I didn't ask you to wait."
She forcefully pushed against his solid chest with her hand, trying to push him away.
"Between us... we're not close enough for you to need to wait at my doorstep for me to come home."
But he seemed not to hear, still looking down at her, his gaze deep, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"Don't like your little uncle."
Vivian: "..."
She was stunned, her mind blank for a moment.
Where did this guy get that idea?
His thoughts jumped as if skipping over eight hundred chapters.
"I've already said," she gritted her teeth, emphasizing with a hint of helplessness, "I haven't had that intention in a long time. I have no thoughts about anyone, let alone him."
He listened, the strength of his grip slightly lessened, no longer holding her so tightly.
