Chapter 339

Ethan Roscente leaned against the doorframe.

The door suddenly swung open from inside.

Caught off guard, he stumbled backward and landed directly on Vivian Laurent.

"Ah!" Vivian gasped, instinctively reaching out to catch him.

His heavy frame made her stagger back two steps.

"Ethan Roscente!" She shoved against his chest. "You're crushing me!"

The strong scent of alcohol hit her nostrils.

She wrinkled her nose. "Have you been drinking again?"

Ethan tightened his arms around her, clinging to her warmth.

"Vivian..."

He murmured her name like a lifeline.

"Let go!" She struggled against him. "What's wrong with you, getting drunk in the middle of the night?"

Ethan didn't budge.

Just as Vivian opened her mouth to protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

The kiss was messy and tasted of whiskey.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Ethan's lips moved with reckless abandon, dominating her completely.

Vivian clenched her fists.

Her mind screamed at her to slap him.

But his iron grip held her captive.

"Mmm—" She turned her face away.

In one swift motion, Ethan scooped her up in his arms.

"Put me down!" She pounded her fists against his shoulders.

He tossed her onto the couch.

As he loomed over her, Vivian lifted her leg to kick. "Don't you dare!"

Ethan froze.

Their eyes locked.

A storm of emotions swirled in his gaze.

Vivian blinked, momentarily stunned.

Then fury took over. "What are you staring at?"

She regretted opening the door.

"Ethan Roscente," she hissed through gritted teeth, "if you ever kiss me without permission again, I'll—"

"Vivian."

He cut her off.

His voice was low and serious.

"I missed you."

Those three simple words silenced the room.