Part 3Buying My Sister's Crush: A Dangerous Game

When I got home that night, I received a text from Liam: [Where are you?]

I had been so engrossed in reading salacious stories online that I completely forgot today was our usual scheduled day.

I checked the time. He had already been waiting there for two hours.

For a moment, I felt genuinely guilty.

Originally, I was just going to tell him to leave.

But then I realized that if we were going to break things off, it would be better to do it face-to-face and make things clear.

Before heading out, I swapped the sexy slip dress I had originally planned to wear.

I changed into a conservative, Chanel-style tweed vest and skirt set.

I checked myself in the mirror.

Mm, very fully clothed.

When I arrived, Liam was looking down, messing with his phone, clearly looking at something.

Seeing me, he wore his usual ice-cold expression and frowned slightly: "Ms. Vance, you're arriving later and later these days.

"Make it quick today. I still need to go to the hospital tonight."

Liam was wearing a slightly sheer white dress shirt today.

The muscles barely concealed beneath the fabric were faintly visible, exuding an incredible sexual tension.

I looked him up and down thoroughly and broke into a smile: "Being so proactive today, are we?"

Liam froze for a second, his tone turning sour: "Wasn't it you who demanded this last time?"

Then I remembered.

Last time, while touching his abs, I had casually mentioned that he would look amazing in a white dress shirt.

I didn't expect him to actually wear one.

At that moment, the floating text appeared in the air again.

[Ahhhh! Liam, my husband, is so handsome!]

[A lean, muscular physique is a man's best dowry!]

[That awful girl is eating so well! I wish I could body-swap with Chloe for just one day!]

Reading the comments, I couldn't help but recall how incredible Liam's body felt under his clothes.

It truly was spectacular.

I shook my head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts.

I flashed my usual, superficial smile: "Liam, I'm bored of you.

"You're free now."

I pulled a card from my small crossbody bag and handed it to him: "The money on this card is your compensation. It's more than enough for your mother's treatment and her subsequent rehabilitation."

Liam stood frozen in place, then spoke, his voice filled with burning anger: "Chloe, do you really have to humiliate me like this?"

I didn't move, genuinely confused: "How am I humiliating you?"

This time, I really didn't understand.

I was giving him money and restoring his freedom.

Shouldn't he be happy?

Liam's face was flushed red with anger. He sneered and shoved me away: "Take your damn money."

With that, he grabbed his jacket and left.

I was completely bewildered.

When I saw that the strawberry cake on the table had already partially melted, I froze entirely.

Mia liked chocolate cake.

Just to irritate her, I used to always have someone buy the exact same chocolate cake whenever she got one.

But the truth was, I didn't even like chocolate.

Very few people knew that my actual favorite was strawberry cake.

[Why would Liam buy Chloe a strawberry cake?!]

[And he bought it using the money he earned from his part-time jobs!]

[He was afraid the rich girl would hate it, so he specifically chose a place that looked expensive. But of course, Chloe still looked down on it, hahaha.]

I turned my head to look at the spot where Liam had been standing, but he was long gone.

Heh. How surprisingly thoughtful.