Chapter 210

Vivian urged Ethan to dry his clothes, only relaxing when she confirmed his coat was completely dry.

The rain showed no signs of stopping outside. It seemed they were destined to spend the night on this island.

In the hotel restaurant, couples nestled together while Vivian remained preoccupied with the sudden storm.

A conversation from the neighboring table drifted over: "They say the red bean trees on this island are magical. Countless couples come here every year to make wishes."

"Yeah, if it weren't raining, we'd probably see wedding photos being taken right now."

Curious, Vivian turned to Ethan. "What legend are they talking about?"

He avoided her gaze, offering no answer.

She addressed the couple directly. "Excuse me, what's this legend you mentioned?"

They looked surprised. "You came to Santorini Island without knowing? Couples who confess their love here receive blessings from the goddess of love for eternal happiness."

Vivian froze.

"He's not my boyfriend," she quickly clarified.

The couple exchanged knowing smiles. "The ambiguous stage—we've been there. Look how well he treats you."

She turned to find Ethan had silently peeled an entire plate of seafood for her.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" she hissed under her breath.

He feigned innocence. "I'd never heard of this legend before. Besides, it doesn't apply to us."

Vivian took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.

After dinner, they returned to their room.

She deliberately tossed a blanket at Ethan. "You're sleeping on the floor."

Late into the night, Vivian tossed and turned.

Ethan lay mere feet away on the floor.

Her fingers unconsciously brushed her lips. The memory of that sudden afternoon kiss still lingered, its warmth not yet faded.