Vivian was completely unaware of what earth-shattering thing she had done. She just kept murmuring something.

Raymond bent down slightly to listen.

"Richard... Work with me and you won't lose out."

Vivian was still thinking about working with Richard when she was drunk, but Raymond couldn't help wondering.

Richard? Who is it?

When Vivian woke up from her sleep, she saw a figure standing beside her bed in the darkness.

"Ah!" Scream subconsciously, then step out!

Raymond didn't expect Vivian's reaction to be so intense. He took a slight step back and reached out to grab her ankle.

"What are you going to do?" Murder of your husband?

The familiar, cold voice brought Vivian to her senses and made her realize what she had done.

"Sorry, sorry!" Vivian couldn't see Raymond's expression and felt a bit unsure.

Even after sharing the same bed for such a long time, she was not sure about Raymond's temperament.

Sometimes he was so considerate that he moved her, but more often he was so cold and heartless.

Vivian bit her lip to offend him like this.

First a slap, then a kick.

Raymond felt that he had spent all his life on this woman. In the face of Vivian's apology, instead of letting go, he exerted force on his wrist.

"Oh dear!" With another cry from Vivian, she was pulled up by Raymond's force and leaned in his arms.

If it weren't for the good flexibility of her body, Vivian felt she would surely get hurt.

"Throw yourself in the arms?" Raymond turned the tables.

If it weren't for still being controlled by Raymond, Vivian would be laughing out of anger.

She's been sleeping well, okay? He was the one who scared her first!

As the questioning blurted out, fortunately Vivian remembered her identity in time. "Raymond, it's too late. Get some rest quickly." She had to rest up and think about what the gallery was going to do next.

Raymond waited until now just to ask Vivian: Who is LAN?

But seeing the weariness in Vivian's eyes, he didn't want to ask anymore. Just like the feeling when he could have called her up and pressed her, but just waited foolishly until midnight.

There was a fleeting shudder in Raymond's heart, but it dissipated before he could catch it.

In the darkness, he frowned, trying to figure out the source of his anomaly.

One minute passed, two minutes.

Vivian felt so stiff in the way she was being held by Raymond that she couldn't help but ask a little, "Raymond, aren't you resting?" It's not going to be so late to do something, is it?

Raymond came to his senses and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Fortunately, there was a bed right beneath her; otherwise, Vivian could have foreseen her tragic end.

Even if she had to be a good wife, she was about to lose her temper.

What's going on in the middle of the night?

The drowsiness had been dispelled by the man, and Vivian was already in a bad mood, so she couldn't hold back her hot temper at all.

"Raymond, just speak your mind. Do these little things count as being a man?"

She was never a good-tempered person and was spoiled by her grandfather in her early years.

The depression during this period of time has made her extremely uncomfortable. In this pitch-dark environment, it finally erupted completely.

Raymond didn't expect Vivian to suddenly shoot at him. Although he couldn't see her expression, he could guess that she must be frowning now, with a provocative look on her face.

Somehow, he should have been angry at such provocation.

But Raymond felt a bit relieved.

Even though they had only been married for a little over a month, he was missing such a Vivian.

This is the real Vivian, the woman who would break into his office all by herself and make a few rules, and who could make a big deal out of the company's top management.

"Vivian."

Such an affectionate address made Vivian shudder.

God knew how much shock Raymond had caused her by calling her like that. Though the tone was still as low and cold as ever, but...

He always called himself by his own name. Now he must have been really annoyed by my kicking him just now, and that was why he was behaving so strangely?

"Ah... Raymond, what's wrong?"

Vivian's shock was conveyed to Raymond by her body, leaving him for a moment of silence.

Raymond paused for a moment, his voice a little hoarse: "It's okay, go to sleep."

The two of them lay back to back in bed that night.

Neither of them closed their eyes.

The next morning, the old butler looked at the dark-rimmed husband and wife with a smile, exuding an air of joy.

Vivian could imagine what was going on in the old manager's mind, but she could only force herself to pretend not to know

"Raymond, do you have any business at noon?" Her expression was concerned and natural, something she had practiced several times in the mirror.

Raymond put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Vivian for a few seconds before saying, "No." Is she going to bring him food?

"Oh, then I'll ask the kitchen to make some chicken soup at noon and the driver will deliver it to you. Don't ask Jack to order it for you." Vivian spoke so naturally that she didn't see Raymond's fleeting disappointment.

Kitchen? Driver?

Raymond felt something was amiss, but there was nothing to criticize in Vivian's matter-of-fact manner.

She performed perfectly.

Breakfast time seemed to pass smoothly, and Vivian waited for Raymond to put down his chopsticks before going upstairs to do her makeup.

The old butler took the opportunity to hand Raymond the investigation report that had been delivered overnight, which detailed Vivian's itinerary from yesterday.

Seeing Richard's name, Raymond pursed his thin lips.

Last night... Is that Vivian's "Richard"?

Although art and business are two different circles, Raymond still heard of Richard's name.

After all, Richard has his own ambitions and has had some dealings with the House of Steven Group.

Since Vivian chose a very private room to meet Richard every time, the investigation report did not specify the reason for their meeting.

But there is a record of the two parting on bad terms.

Thinking of Vivian's drunkness yesterday, Raymond held the report tightly in his hand.

By this time, Vivian, who had already dressed up, had gone downstairs.

"Raymond, aren't you going to work?" As usual, this man, whose biological clock is so regular it's abnormal, is already on his way to work.

Looking at Vivian's extremely natural expression, gentle and kind, she was completely different from her last night.

Raymond asked nothing and walked past her with a cold face and went out.

This made Vivian shrug her shoulders in confusion, but she didn't take it to heart.

She had something to do today, and without Richard, she would have to look for a new partner.

She has no time to care about Raymond's mood.