The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me novel Chapter 197

“Two principles?” Vivian was slightly surprised, “What are they?”

“The first one is that you must be available whenever I need you. The second is that I just need you to pretend to be my mistress when it’s absolutely necessary. You don’t have to sleep with me.”Lawrence said coldly. He explained it without mercy, “I’m not interested in any immoral woman. So don’t try to seduce me. Don’t even think about it, do you understand?”

Vivian went pale at these hurtful words, but she knew very well that she was in no position to be mad at him.

A mistress wasn’t supposed to be respected.

Therefore, she smiled pragmatically, “Yes, I do.”

Yes, she understood it, but it didn’t necessarily mean that she would keep her word.

Lawrence had put it bluntly, but their “relationship” would certainly bring many opportunities for her to charm her way into his heart.

Lawrence had asked her to put on a good show when Martha came to the office to see him and found him half-naked with Vivian straddling his lap in a most inappropriate way.

However, Vivian hadn’t expected that Lawrence’s sister Martha would overreact. Martha couldn’t hurt her in the office because Lawrence was very protective. She had been ambushed by Martha downstairs.

Vivian touched her swollen face and looked at herself in the mirror. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She had never been afraid of fighting. She had lost this fight because she wasn’t vigilant enough. She swore to hit Martha back hard whenever the opportunity presented itself.

After clothes shopping, she walked into a restaurant and ordered some fast food and chicken soup, because she knew Ben Hawk was waiting for his lunch at the hospital right now.

Ben Hawk had been lying on the bed for some time after his leg and ribs were broken by those stoned gangsters. Vivian had been taking care of him.

Vivian was burning with anger. He neither comforted nor cared for her, even if she had been hurt so badly. All he cared about was his brilliant image.

Vivian stared at him with increasingly angry eyes. But she knew she couldn’t tell him what had really happened. She had no other choice but to choke down her anger. She turned her head, and said nothing more.

Ben Hawk assumed that Vivian agreed with his opinion. He opened the lunch box and frowned, “Why are you bringing me fast food again? I’m fed up with it. It tastes gross. And the chicken soup is clearly badly cooked and it won’t do any good to my recovery. Vivian, why don’t you cook me some decent food? I’m badly injured and you’re bringing me garbage food every day. Don’t you want me to get well sooner?”

Vivian was finally exasperated.

She suddenly retorted angrily, “Ben Hawk, are you through? I have a job and I have no time to cook for you at all. Besides, you know I can’t cook.”