Chapter 72

Vivian turned around and saw Kingston step out from the shadows. The dim yellow porch light spilled over his shoulders, and he was casually turning her phone in his hand. His expression was inexplicably stern and heavy. Logan withdrew his hand and watched Vivian walk toward Kingston. Then, he felt uneasy. "Thank you, Mr. Howard," said Vivian as she reached out for the phone in Kingston's hand. He lowered his gaze and looked at her in silence before asking, "Do you need help?" She shook her head and replied, "No." Upon hearing that, Kingston tightened his grip around the phone. Puzzled, Vivian looked up and met his eyes, catching the flash of displeasure there. She muttered, "Mr. Howard…" The phone was held firmly in his hand, and she couldn't pull it away. She also couldn't understand why he was upset. As his expression relaxed, he finally loosened his grip. Meanwhile, Logan stood by the porch, watching the interaction between Kingston and Vivian. His expression darkened. He ste