After putting herself in the right place, Vivian felt refreshed.

It's just being a good wife and mother. As long as you keep your heart in check, it's not difficult at all.

After calling Raymond with a strong sense of a hostess to inquire about his itinerary, Vivian happily arrived at the Peach Blossom Pavilion

"Vivian, it feels like you're back to the old days? It makes me want to fall at your feet." Rose looked at Vivian like this, not knowing whether to be happy or heartbroken.

If Raymond was really nice to her, how could Vivian first be worried about gains and losses, and then seemingly carefree but actually desperate to get away?

In response to her friend's concern, Vivian raised an eyebrow and gave her a hug.

She has never been a person immersed in self-abandonment, and now that she has a clear understanding of her feelings, she can focus more on her career.

Art is an area that Vivian has been extremely interested in since childhood.

It was also something that Mr. Lu strongly supported back then.

With her grandfather's protection, Vivian was able to pursue her dreams. Now that she's out of John's control, of course she can do whatever she wants.

Although Vivian has invested the vast majority of her money in the House of Steven Group's subsidiary project, as the second-largest shareholder of the subsidiary, she has the right to participate and speak.

But Vivian knew Raymond's nature, and if she insisted on getting involved, it would surely displease him. It's definitely not what she wants to be a pretty face in the company.

Vivian has never been the kind of person to compromise herself. It would be better to go it alone.

Rose was absolutely supportive of her good friend, and she even managed to get Vivian in touch with Richard, a well-known art dealer, through some means.

"Richard said he has time tomorrow and we can have a good chat. "Rose poured Vivian a glass of peach blossom wine, her almond-shaped eyes already slightly tipsy.

Vivian, please take a sip and let the sweet aroma of the wine linger in your mouth. After a while, she asked softly:

"House of Johnson... How's it going? "If it weren't for John popping up so often, she really wouldn't have wanted to get to this point.

Rose smoothed Vivian's forehead with concern, "Don't worry. I've made all the arrangements. Everything will be fine." With John's ability, no clue can be found."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"We need to be so polite to each other!" Rose was unhappy in response to Vivian's thanks.

How could the word "thank you" spoil their relationship over all these years?

The company of her friend lifted Vivian's somewhat dejected mood a lot, and she came home with a smile on her face.

It was already half past eleven at night, and Vivian parked her car in the garage, took the key and opened the door.

Standing at the door and not even stepping in, she saw that the living room was brightly lit.

This surprised her, and she had just changed her shoes when she heard a rustling sound behind her.

"Madam, why did you come back so late?" Vivian's late return in the middle of the night put a deep look of worry on the butler's face.

"Oh, on my way back, I passed by a cinema and only then did I realize it was so late." As she finished speaking, she frowned at the tray in the butler's hand, which was filled with exquisite side dishes.

"Raymond hasn't eaten yet?"

The old butler frowned more deeply because of his concern for Raymond's health, he had not yet noticed the change in Vivian's attitude.

"Yes, Sir Has just returned, too. He had dinner that night, drank a lot, but didn't eat much."

Vivian also frowned. As a wife, she should have gone to show her concern now.

But... She was really tired.

After some thought, Vivian decided to fulfill her "obligation".

She took the tray from the old butler and said to him, "It's getting late. You should also go to bed early." I'm over there with Raymond."

The old butler, of course, was glad that the young couple had a harmonious relationship. He happily let go and watched Vivian go upstairs.

Vivian was very tired. Even when she pushed the door open and entered the house, her eyes were drooping and she was not very focused.

So when the bathroom door opened, she was stunned.

A picture of a cool-colored handsome man coming out of the bath flashed before Vivian's eyes.

Raymond was half-naked in his lean body, his lower body wrapped only in a white silk bath towel.

Loosely, as if the bath towel would immediately drop as soon as he took a step.

The warm mist around softened Raymond's stern face.

It must be said that this man, who looks slim in his clothes but has flesh when he takes them off, is indeed her ideal man.

It's just a pity that the personalities don't match.

In a daze, Raymond was already up to her.

"Nice?" The woman was staring intently.

Vivian came to her senses and smiled gently: "My husband is, of course, excellent."

With a sense of great pride.

"True or false." Raymond keenly perceived Vivian's insincerity, mercilessly exposed it, and then settled the accounts after the fact: "Who allowed you to leave the hospital early?"

Raymond has always had a good memory and has been busy these days, but that doesn't mean he doesn't remember the day she was discharged.

"Well, it's not comfortable staying in the hospital. It's too quiet." "Vivian replied without thinking, but still rather inattentive.

Cold?

Raymond narrowed his eyes. There were people visiting every day, and the door threshold was almost trampled flat. How could it still be desolate like this?

Seeing Vivian's weariness on her face, Raymond said nothing more and walked straight past her to the closet.

Vivian watched as Raymond took off his bath towel and stood naked in front of the closet to get dressed.

Even though she was usually composed, she couldn't help blushing at this moment.

He, he... Why not notice at all? She's still here!

Raymond, completely disregarding Vivian's presence, slowly put on his pajamas.

Since the person involved didn't care, she, as an "advantage", couldn't put on AIRS.

Vivian coughed lightly, forcing herself to ignore Raymond's "beauty", and took her clothes from the closet to the bathroom.

Although she had only had a few drinks in the evening, the smell of alcohol still made her a little uncomfortable.

However, just as her hand accidentally brushed past Raymond's waist, she was caught with the opposite hand, picked up horizontally and thrown onto the bed.

Vivian suddenly opened her phoenix eyes and, in order to keep her balance, subconsciously wrapped her arms around Raymond's neck and struggled to scream, "I haven't washed up yet. It stinks!"

Not only did Raymond not let go, but he also clung to her neck and sniffed, his voice particularly hoarse:

"It smells nice," he said. Wine aroma, peach blossom aroma, and... Her scent.

The night rippled, and the two bodies were in close contact.

The heart, however, is very far away, very far away.