Obsessive Devotion Ice-Cold Tycoon's Calculated Proposal

Vivian sat on the floor, her gaze lifted to the half-naked man in front of her. Her beautiful eyes were innocent yet helpless, and she had no idea how seductive she must have looked to him in that moment.

She couldn't move, her gaze glued to Daniel.

Seeing him from the front made it even more intense. His muscles were defined and perfectly sculpted. As her gaze traveled down, each abdominal muscle was perfectly formed, more perfect than a sculpture.

He was a true masterpiece.

Vivian unconsciously swallowed.

"Have you had enough of looking?"

The sudden voice shattered the intimate atmosphere. Vivian's face flushed red, and she coughed in embarrassment, trying to cover her unease.

"I'm sorry, I…," she stammered.

She had never imagined encountering Daniel again, much less in such a compromising situation.

Daniel seemed to pretend not to recognize her, his handsome face impassive, radiating an almost cold indifference.

The moment he looked at her like that, any lingering, inappropriate thoughts she had vanished in an instant.

"Are you waiting for me to help you up?" Daniel, his body still damp from the shower, flicked his wet hair, water droplets splashing onto her.

Vivian had been in a daze when she first saw him, but his words brought her back to reality in an instant. She remembered the situation—she had woken up here, and the fact that he was just showering, combined with everything else, confirmed it. He's the one orchestrating this filth.

"Daniel, you scum. I can't believe you look all serious on the outside but secretly run these shady dealings!"

Before she could even think, Vivian sprang to her feet, filled with anger and resentment. She launched herself at him, grabbing and clawing.

Daniel had not expected her to wake up and immediately attack him. Not only did she insult him, but she also came at him physically.

It seemed that Sophia's drug had worked wonders—Vivian was back to her fiery self.

Daniel had heard a noise earlier when he was showering, thinking Vivian had woken up, so he rushed into the bedroom without drying off. But before he could react, she had already barged in and started yelling at him.

Vivian's anger flared. When she had first woken up, she had told herself to run if she couldn't fight. But now, that thought was long gone.

She didn't know why she was so angry. Her eyes were red, and all she wanted was to beat Daniel senseless.

The floor of the bedroom was made of polished marble, which became even slipperier when wet. Daniel, in his rush, had not put on shoes and was barefoot, making him completely unprepared. When Vivian collided with him, his balance faltered, and they both tumbled toward the edge of the bed.

To prevent her from falling, Daniel instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Though Vivian was light, under the pressure of the fall, they crashed into the bed with a muffled sound. Even Daniel, a man accustomed to working out, couldn't avoid letting out a grunt.

Vivian quickly bounced back from the bed and straddled him, continuing her attack: "You bastard! You're going to take advantage of me again!"

Daniel, only wearing a towel around his waist, struggled to maintain control. He had to keep the towel from slipping off while trying to stop her from clawing at him. His breath quickened, and he called out her name, "Vivian, don't go too far!"

Vivian, her fists pounding against his muscular chest, shouted angrily, "Am I going too far? You've only gotten worse over the years, haven't you? You've become a disgusting pervert! Daniel, you have no shame!"

Lawrence, having returned from picking up some items for Daniel, opened the door to find a shocking scene.

The same woman he had seen earlier in the underground parking lot was now on top of Daniel, rolling around on the bed in a very inappropriate position.

"Daniel, what is going on here? I… oh, sorry," Lawrence began, but before he could finish, he quickly turned away, shutting the door and covering his eyes, apologizing profusely, "Sorry to interrupt, continue, continue."

He couldn't help but admire Daniel's efficiency—it seemed like everything was handled all at once.

Before Lawrence could finish speaking, he heard Daniel, unusually flustered, shout, "Lawrence, come over and help!"

The chandelier in the living room of the presidential suite sparkled brilliantly, illuminating the three individuals with different expressions.

On the fancy dinner plates, there were neatly cut pieces of snowflake beef. Vivian sat quietly at the island counter, picking up a shiny fork and knife, eating absentmindedly.

Her mind wasn't on the food, and she was chewing without swallowing. Her cheeks were puffed out, looking like a hamster, not even realizing that some juice had spilled from her lips.

Daniel watched her, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips, one that was almost imperceptible. He pulled out a couple of napkins and moved them toward her mouth.

Vivian, feeling the movement, instinctively flinched away, her eyes filled with caution.

Seeing her resistance, Daniel's gaze darkened for a moment, and he quickly suppressed the surge of irritation building inside him. When he looked up again, his expression was cold, detached, as he gestured toward her, his lips barely moving: "Wipe your mouth."

It was hard to forget how she had clung to him in her drugged state, and he couldn't help but wonder if her calling out someone else's name during her feverish dreams meant something more.

Vivian felt the tension in the air suddenly shift, her discomfort growing as she grabbed the napkin, mumbling a quick "Thank you."

As her slightly cool fingers brushed against Daniel's dry palm, an involuntary shiver ran through him, the sensation lingering as though an electric current had coursed through him. He clenched his fingers, trying to suppress the magnetic pull she had on him.

After a moment, Daniel finished his wine in one go.

When he noticed that they had both finished their meals, Lawrence seized the moment to place a stack of documents in front of Daniel, giving him a quick look at Vivian before speaking up.

"Dan, you were right. Smith Jewelery's financial situation is in big trouble."

Normally, Vivian would have excused herself in these kinds of discussions, but at the mention of Smith Jewelery, she instinctively looked up.

Daniel met her gaze, as if he had known all along that she would react this way. Their eyes locked, and Vivian's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching.

She stood up, "You have business to discuss, I won't interrupt."

"Don't you want to see them begging for mercy, their backs against the wall?" The voice behind her spoke slowly, yet each word made her freeze in place.

It was said so casually, but it sent a chill down her spine.