My dear lawyer novel Chapter 107

When Vivian was at home, William would come back after work, which even made her sometimes felt like having an illusion.

It was like they were still in the same relationship, they just changing places.

Although every night the man accompanied her, Vivian felt that they were having different dreams in the same bed. She was very careful to keep the distance, that is, she did not allow herself or William to cross.

The office didn't call her to urge her to go back to work. She knew it was William who told them. She was also very leisure.

Unfortunately, the leisure time was always so short, which made Vivian think that this was the fate.

Whenever she was a little slack, someone would give her a slap in the face and let her return to reality from her dream.

Today's weather was particularly dreary, with thick clouds floating in the sky, like a mountain pressing on the head, making people feel a sense of restlessness.

Sitting in a coffee shop by the window, Vivian was looking at passers-by bowing their heads and leaving in a hurry. She seemed to be absorbed.

"Vivian, sorry to have kept you waiting."

When Vivian heard the voice, she got up from her seat and answered politely, "Auntie."

Vanessa pulled out chair and sat opposite to Vivian. She said in a tone of estranged voice, "Just call me Madam."

Vivian was not feeling very well, but she said again, "Madam."

The waiter also followed and asked courteously, "Lady, what do you need to drink?"

"A cup of coffee." Vanessa said, looking at Vivian carefully. She didn't pay much attention to her before. Now it seemed that the woman in front of her was really a beauty. No wonder William would like her.

The waiter nodded.

There were only two of them by the window.

Vivian had expected such a situation for a long time, but she didn't expect that Vanessa would be so dismissive.

"I heard that the injury on your face was caused by Angie." Vanessa glanced at the injury on Vivian's face, it seemed that she was talking about a cheap dress.

Or in the eyes of Vanessa, she was a cheap commodity, "Just a little hurt."

Vanessa looked at her with a sneer.

Maybe it's going to rain. There were not many people in the coffee shop. The waiter brought up the coffee soon.

Vanessa didn't move, as if the coffee in front of her was just a decoration, and she didn't speak, so she stared at Vivian.

Vivian knew that this was a trick that rich people like to play. They always looked down on you with a disparaging attitude, which made you feel ashamed, and made you feel like you were being crushed by your humble self-esteem.

But she was not humble or ashamed. She did what she should have done.

"I don't know what the matter with you for asking me out is."