Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lovers & Liars : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

*Vivienne*It has just been three days since I woke up.Three fucking days and I was already prepared to deck someone. My eyes narrowed on the said someone who just sat comfortably on the sofa, lazily thumbing through a magazine. He was dressed in another impeccable suit with a navy blue shirt. His jet black hair looked soft, tousled in that stylish way that emphasizes his eyes and screams ‘rich guy who doesn't give a shit about haircuts’. If not that he was already an actor, I would have suggested he ventured into the industry. I gritted my teeth, the soft tone of a song that he was humming under his breath inevitably getting on my nerves.“What the hell are you even doing here?” I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. The humming stopped, the magazine was lowered to his nose level and those magnificent green orbits stared at me. “What do you mean, what am I doing here?” he murmured, his eyes glinting with unbridled mirth.My eyes quickly snapped towards the young nurse

*Vivienne*I exhaled and glanced down at my arm which was currently in a sling—it was changed yesterday. The pain and swelling has gone down a bit but I'm still unable to make any movement that will strain it. I pressed a finger to my sides, trying to access the amount of damage done to my ribs and only let out a tiny wince. Somehow, staying at this hospital for a week has aided in my speedy recovery. The sound of the door opening made me raise my head in that direction just as Liam and Dr. Wilton walked in with Nurse Salinger trailing behind them. “Hey there, Angel eyes,” Liam uttered with a chipper tone, his trademark smile on his lips. My immediate response was to roll my eyes. “What are you still doing here?” I muttered dryly even as I felt myself relaxing under his playful stare. Something about him puts me at ease just by being in his presence but hell is gonna freeze over before I tell him that. “Why? Did you miss me?” he said and pressed a hand to his chest. He walked ove

*Vivienne*The car finally came to a stop in front of my apartment building and I quickly took a scan of the environment. Nothing much had changed. The building still looked the same. My neighborhood wasn't Beverly hills nor Malibu but it was mostly crime free… Well, not until I was ran into a week ago.“This is where you live?” Liam asked, there was no hint of disgust in his voice, just genuine curiosity.“Yup,” I replied, popping the ‘P’ at the end. “This is me.”“I have never been to this side of the county. It looks… different,” he commented, his eyes dancing from one structure to the other.I scoffed out a laugh. “From Beverly hills and the rest? Yes I know. Not everyone can afford Beverly Hills or Malibu.”He turned to look at me, his eyes gleaming. “I didn't mean that in a condescending way,” he clarified, his voice steady. “I have been to places worse than this. I run a foundation, remember?”I broke eye contact with him and focused it instead on the building outside. Being

*Liam*“You drove by yourself!” Ryder exclaimed the moment I stepped out of my car and slammed the door shut.I arched a brow at him. “Yes, I drove.”Ryder pressed his lips into a firm hard line, his displeasure evident with the way he aggressively pushed his glasses up his nose. “I thought we agreed on laying off driving for the meantime?”I shook my head adamantly. “I did not agree to such a thing,” I said and slapped the roof of my Aston Martin. “I love driving and it's like I'm going to collapse behind the wheel. Man! Give me some credits, I'm already taking my medications without fail.”Ryder gave me a long resigned look. “Why does it always seem like I'm the only one worried about you?” he sighed.I chuckled and patted his shoulder. “You are my manager, of course you should worry about me,” I intoned. Ryder shook my hands off his shoulder and glared at me. “Com'on, Julian is already waiting for us,” he murmured and began to walk into the massive building in front of us.I exhal

*Vivienne*I was literally drowning in a material that felt luxurious and comfortable.But what jerked me awake from my peaceful sleep was the feeling of a strange, damp sensation on my cheek. Reflexively, I reached out a hand, expecting to encounter a pillow or perhaps a stray lock of my own hair. Instead, my fingertips met a wet, cold nose that was far too close for comfort.My eyes flew open, and I jolted upright, my heart pounding as a high pitched scream escaped my lips. Looming over me, mere inches from my face, was the large, furry head of a golden retriever. The dog's warm, amber eyes were fixed intently on me, its tongue lolling out in an almost playful expression. "Gah!" I exclaimed, recoiling in shock. "What on earth—?" The sudden movement startled the dog, causing it to let out a surprised bark. I scrambled backwards, tangling myself in the bedsheets as I tried to put some distance between us. Where did this canine intruder come from? And how had it ended up so brazenl