Chapter 88

Vivian pressed her lips together helplessly. A flicker of awkwardness and a subtle emotion crossed her eyes. She quickly patted her cheeks to wake herself up and started walking away. Only then did she notice that the pillar she'd been leaning against was carved with tiny figures engaged in all kinds of intimate poses. Her face flushed red at once. She hurried off even faster. She really couldn't look at these walls displaying humanity's most primitive art. When Vivian walked out of the hotel, her cheeks were still burning. Kingston's driver already had the car pulled up at the entrance. When the driver saw Vivian, he stepped beside the door, smiled politely, and gestured for her to get in. Kingston was already in the car. Streetlights outside poured through the window and scattered across the sharp lines of his profile, leaving more than half his face hidden in shadow. It made him handsome and unsettlingly mysterious. The collar she'd messed up earlier now had two buttons u