Chapter 289

Vivian abruptly stopped and turned to face him. "What do you want?"

The masks hid their expressions, but not the tension thickening the air.

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed.

There was so much he wanted to say.

He wanted to tell her that divorcing her was the biggest regret of his life.

"Vivian, can you just—"

Can you give me another chance? He wanted to start over, to truly know the woman he'd once overlooked.

The sound of hurried footsteps cut him off. "Look! Winner is over there!"

Vivian had just cashed out her chips, thinking she'd escaped the frenzy of her fans.

"Move," she hissed under her breath.

If this crowd caught her, her mask would be ripped off in seconds.

No one knew Winner's true identity.

One day she appeared as a woman, the next as a man.

The mystery drove gamblers wild with curiosity.

"Don't let Winner get away!"

They were surrounded.

Panicked, Vivian shoved open a random door.

Ethan followed close behind.

"I saw her go in here!"

"She has to be inside!"

The voices outside grew louder.

Vivian's palms grew damp with sweat.

There was no time to change disguises now.

Ethan scanned the room, then grabbed her wrist. "Here."

Inside the cramped wardrobe, their bodies pressed together.

She could feel the heat radiating from his chest.

"Why did you follow me?" she whispered sharply.

His hand burned against her waist.

She shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't move," Ethan rasped.

"The bathroom had more space," Vivian bit out.

This position was too intimate, stealing the breath from her lungs.