Unfortunately, Raymond was not so bad as to really argue with a drunkard, so he had to step forward and embrace Vivian.

Even though Vivian was drunk, she had a basic sense of vigilance, otherwise she wouldn't have dealt with the young man in a half-drunk and half-awake state just now. But now, in Raymond's arms, she obediently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, soaked in mist.

Raymond had never seen Vivian in such a disheveled state before. Even when she was so forced by Nicole at the auction that day, she still maintained her last bit of arrogance.

"Vivian." Raymond softened his voice and whispered Vivian's name.

He had always hated trouble, but now in the face of this big trouble that had disrupted his life, his heart didn't seem so disgusted.

For a moment, Raymond couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, so he had to pull Vivian back into his arms with a stern face.

Vivian, like a obedient child, stared at Raymond with hazy eyes. After a while, she blurted out something.

Raymond listened intently and realized that it was... "Grandpa!"

All of a sudden Raymond's face turned black.

What on earth was this woman thinking? One moment you think he's a bad guy, the next you think he's grandpa? Is he really that old?

That is, Raymond is always calm, otherwise he might have thrown Vivian onto the street right now.

Vivian, who didn't know she had escaped, was lucky enough to be taken into the car before Raymond's last bit of patience wore off. She rubbed against Raymond's chest and fell asleep peacefully.

Raymond, on the other hand, was frowning all the way.

Getting drunk shouldn't be the style of a woman like Vivian. What on earth happened to her that made her lose her sense of propriety?

The answer is unsolved for now.

House of Steven is located on a hill on the outskirts of the city. Though it's a bit secluded, it's warm in winter and cool in summer, a wonderful place.

In the past, Raymond didn't feel much about the distance from the city centre to his home, but now when there was a drunkard in the car, he felt it was particularly long.

"Mom!"

"Grandpa!" "

Vivian kept calling out the names of her loved ones and then started dancing and singing.

Not to mention, when the car was already on the mountain road, she began to tear her own clothes and was particularly eager to tear Raymond's clothes as well.

Raymond frowned and held Vivian's restless hand, but she struggled to pull it away...

When the butler stood respectfully at the door waiting for Raymond and Vivian to get off, there was no sign of movement for a long time.

Just as he was curious, Raymond's slightly panting voice came from inside the car: "Vivian, don't go too far!"

The seasoned butler's eyes suddenly lit up and he waved the other servants away, while he himself stood far away at the door and waited quietly.

After a long while, Raymond got out of the car with Vivian in his arms, wrapped in his coat.

"Sir, do I need hot water for you?" The butler asked with a smile, having seen through everything.

Raymond pursed his lips, showing no sign of embarrassment. "No need. I'll come myself in a moment. You go and rest." Then he carried Vivian upstairs.

When she woke up from a hangover, Vivian felt a sharp headache and screamed at the sight of everything strange around her: "Ahhh ahhh!"

She grabbed the quilt and looked around, and countless questions popped up.

Where is this?

A hotel?

What happened last night?

She turned her head in terror to see a man's back, almost reflexively, and quickly kicked him out of bed.

"Vivian!" " This woman!

Raymond had been kept awake by her all night and had just closed his eyes for less than two hours when he was woken up by her and kicked out of bed again. Even the best temper was about to explode, let alone his usual bad temper.

"Raymond, is it you?"

As soon as Vivian saw him, the feeling of nervousness and fear vanished all of a sudden.

Raymond raised his eyebrows and, seeing her, came to his senses, said with ill intentions, "Otherwise? Who do you think it is? Could it be that you're going to keep a young man on the side? Mrs. Steven."

He deliberately lengthened the end of the word "Mrs. Steven" as if deliberately reminding her of who she was.

"How could that be! Once I marry someone, I'll be with that person and will never be unfaithful to the marriage." Suddenly remembering John to his mother, she gritted her teeth and said.

Such Vivian gave Raymond a hint of gentleness in his brows. "It's good that you know it in your heart."

Raymond leaned close to her, his chin touching her cheek.

Because she had been drunk all night, his smooth chin had grown some tiny stubble as a punishment. He pricked her delicate skin and stared into her eyes, saying, "Say it again." The audacious woman.

Surrounded by his strong masculinity, Vivian immediately drooped.

She knew he was always soft-hearted and coquettish: "I don't dare to say anything. How dare I talk back to my husband?"

The word "husband" made Raymond's cold and hard heart freeze instantly and goosebumps rise.

He pushed away the person in front of him without the slightest tenderness and pretended to be calm, saying, "Speak nicely, don't be weird."

Vivian nodded at him with a smile, and the bright sunlight shone on her face, as fresh and warm as a fairy, which made Raymond pause for a moment.

"Raymond, where is this?" Only then did Vivian feel the mood to look around, which was similar to their bedroom but not exactly the same.

Speaking of this, Raymond snorted coldly, "It seems you don't remember at all. Yesterday, I don't know who threw up and vomited, scattering it all over the bed and the floor." Thinking that they had just finished a fierce battle and Vivian was like that, Raymond didn't know if he should be glad that she threw up later...

As soon as Raymond said this, all that happened last night came back to Vivian's mind.

"Oh my God!" She had no time to be embarrassed and looked at Raymond as if she wanted to give him a "oblivion". How embarrassing!

All the way down the stairs, Vivian was looking at the sky, the earth and the air, but not at anyone.

The butler gave Raymond a curious look, the lady had... It's not like that. It seems much more lively?

Raymond felt the same way, like Vivian before, who was either flamboyant and confident, or arrogant and domineering, or flexible in front of herself, today she seemed more genuine.

Little did she know Vivian's tolerance for alcohol... Extraordinary, though seemingly fine on the surface, she was still drunk after the night.

That's why she behaves so differently from usual.

Raymond was only vaguely aware of this and kept it in mind.

"Ask the driver to pick me up at the door in ten minutes. I'll change my clothes." Raymond strode towards the cloakroom.

Raymond quickly changed into a custom-made dark purple suit with a smoky grey shirt inside, and walked away with long, straight legs.

The maids who saw her off at the door were very respectful, and Vivian sat on the sofa playing with her phone, looking as if she didn't hear anything. However, when Raymond turned his head sharply before leaving, he caught Vivian, who was stealing glances.

Facing Raymond expressionless, Vivian was startled, as if she had done something bad and been discovered, and immediately covered her face with her phone.

It took her a minute to realize: Why should I hide? Why be afraid of him? I haven't done anything wrong.

By the time she got up to look around, Raymond had already left by car.