Chapter 319

"Only Dr. Laurent can cure me."

Ethan Roscente stared at Vivian with terrifying intensity. His tormenting symptoms only eased slightly when he saw her.

"If you're faking illness, I'll call security." Vivian frowned, finding this man utterly unreasonable.

Yet Ethan did look terrible. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, bloodshot veins webbed across the whites. His entire body was wound tight as a bowstring. Vivian considered prescribing him a sleeping pill.

Perhaps a good rest would clear his mind.

"Do you know who that man was last night?" Ethan suddenly asked.

Without waiting for her answer, he continued, "Dominic Atlante, leader of the largest North American syndicate. His hands are stained with more blood than you've ever seen. He must have ulterior motives for approaching you."

"I know. The Integrity Group boss." Vivian didn't even look up. "What exactly do I have worth scheming for? Money or my body?"

Dominic: "..."

"Financially, he's as wealthy as I am. As for my body..." Vivian finally lifted her gaze, lips curling in mockery. "We're adults. Why can't we enjoy ourselves? Besides, his muscles are so well-defined..."

"I told you to come to me!" Ethan interrupted sharply, voice rising. "I'm better looking with an equally good physique. Why must you—"

Vivian blinked at his sudden outburst.

She massaged her temples. "You need a neurologist. Ex-husband, we should maintain distance."

"Because of him?" Ethan's eyes darkened. "You're drawing lines since he appeared?"

"It's unrelated." Vivian tapped the desk impatiently. "Are you here for treatment or not? If not, leave."

"I am." Ethan immediately softened. He'd waited so long just to see her a little longer.

"Give me your wrist." Vivian pressed her fingers to his pulse.

Ethan couldn't resist asking, "Did he stay at your place last night? Is he coming again tonight?"

"Don't speak during examination!"

He stayed silent for two seconds before fidgeting. Vivian shot him a warning glare. "One more word and you're out."

The man instantly quieted, obedient as a scolded large dog.

The results came quickly. Ethan was physically fine—just severely sleep-deprived.

"Take this." Vivian prescribed only one sleeping pill.

Ethan returned promptly. "Now?"

"Yes. Water's over there."

He swallowed the pill obediently, then pushed forward an insulated lunchbox. "The food will get cold. Don't waste it."

Vivian was indeed hungry. She accepted the chopsticks and began eating.

Ethan stood nearby watching her eat, his lips unconsciously curving upward.

As the medication took effect, his eyelids grew heavy.

"There's a sofa." Vivian said without looking up.

Ethan staggered over and collapsed onto the couch, instantly falling asleep.

Vivian set down her utensils, gazing at the sleeping man with a soft sigh. "What exactly goes through that mind of yours?"

Staying awake all night outside her door, consumed by such irrational jealousy.