“Me.”


    Issac Shaw responded indifferently.


    Seeing Vivian Mond so alert, he was doubly relieved and at the same time could not help but feel some heartache.


    How many fears and dangers did she experience to develop such an amazing alertness?


    Hearing Issac Shaw’s voice, Vivian Mond put away the dagger in his hand, “Aren’t you … on your wedding night today? What are you doing here looking for me?”


    “I just wanted toe and see how busy the woman who was ruthless enough not to attend my wedding really is?”


    He stood in front of her and looked down at her.


    There were no lights on in the room, only a faint light shining in through the ss from a short distance away, a vague outline of the other woman, but no clear view of her features.


    Vivian Mond was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer Issac Shaw’s question, and sat down weakly on the sofa, “Go back, Antina will be anxious if she can’t see you.”


    “She’s in a good mood today, drunk.”


    “You’re her husband now, whether she’s drunk or sober, you’re there for her.”


    “You’re teaching me how to do things?”


    “I … I’m just being kind.” Vivian Mond inclined her head to look out the window and didn’t say another word.


    Issac Shaw smiled coldly, most likely because his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so he walked easily and freely to the wine cab, took a bottle of red wine and two sses, when he turned around, his eyes inadvertently fell on Vivian Mond, remembered afterwards that she was pregnant, so he had to put back a tall ss.


    When he sat down across from Vivian Mond and ced the goblet on the table, he easily uncorked the wine, poured himself a ss and drank it.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The rich aroma of the wine hit him and aroused the craving in Vivian Mond’s heart.


    God knows, since Morris Cheal lost contact with him, he was so preupied every day, how much he wanted to drink to relieve stress, but he was pregnant and did not dare to drink.


    “What did youe to see me about?”


    Vivian Mond leaned sideways on the single sofa, propping his head on the armrest with his elbows, and looked across at Issac Shaw.


    The living room was still unlit, and the two seemed to adjust to the faint shimmering light of the dim night, just sitting there.


    “Anyway, we’ve been through the gunfire together, should we be so desperate?” He held a tall ss, took a sip of red wine, and snorted lightly.


    “Both have families now, it’s not good for a lonely man and woman to be in the same room together.”


    “You’re worried about me?”


    “You’re overthinking it. I just don’t want to be misunderstood.”


    Vivian Mond tilted her head and looked out the window.


    The cold night ofte winter, because of the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the room, made a thinyer of water mist on the ss, dense the gorgeous lights in the view.


    In the daze, even the light is Morris Cheal’s appearance, a knitted brows and a smile, as if the voice echoed in the ears.


    “Thinking of him?”


    When Issac Shaw saw Vivian Mond lying motionless, her mind wandering, he knew she was thinking of him.


    She didn’t say anything for a long time, and when Issac Shaw tried to break the silence, Vivian Mond asked, “If he’s not dead, you’ll be enemies for the rest of your lives?”


    Issac Shaw’s eyes were slightly downcast. In the darkness, his dark pupils were as bright as obsidian after the rain, but as her voice fell, those eyes lost their sparkle for a moment.


    “Yes.”


    His slender fingers holding the tall ss tightened, throwing his voice, “No death, no rest.”


    Vivian Mond: “…”


    Again, silence.


    It wasn’t that he didn’t want to pay attention to Issac Shaw, but Vivian Mond really didn’t know how to respond.


    Yeon Shaw’s death was directly rted to Morris Cheal’s, but half of the me was her own.


    Not to mention the death of Yeon Shaw, Issac Shaw will not let go of what Morris Cheal has done to Issac Shaw before.