Chapter 340

Vivian shivered as if a feather had brushed against her heart, sending strange tingles through her body.

Ethan's gaze was too complex for her to decipher.

Was that "I missed you" sincere or just drunken rambling?

His recent behavior had been so erratic that she couldn't read him at all.

"Ethan, sober up!" Vivian tried to push him away.

Had he been drowning himself in alcohol because of her?

Was this some kind of confession?

"I'm perfectly sober." His voice was hoarse. "You've been avoiding me, ignoring my calls, and dating that man. He's no good—he's lying to you..."

The urgency in his rapid words was palpable.

Vivian froze.

She had been avoiding him, but dating? Since when?

"I never—"

She bit back her words.

Why was she explaining herself?

They had no relationship to speak of.

"My life is none of your concern. Focus on your company instead!"

"If I don't interfere, you'll run off with someone else." His voice softened suddenly. "Vivian, please don't go."

The vulnerability in his tone made her heart skip.

Drunk Ethan resembled a sulky child.

"Get off me—you're crushing me!" She shoved at him.

He didn't budge, tightening his arms around her instead. "I missed you so much."

"I heard you!" Her ears burned. "You've said it a hundred times already."

Flustered, she debated calling Finn for help.

Then footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Finn, curious about the commotion, peeked over the railing.

His eyes widened at the sight of two figures tangled on the couch.

His mentor and Ethan—

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Vivian looked up abruptly. When their eyes met, Finn felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Her glare could have murdered him on the spot.

"Sorry, Mentor! I saw nothing!"

He spun around and bolted.

Cursing under his breath, he raked a hand through his hair.

No wonder Vivian always tried to shoo Ethan away—he was in the way.

Now that he'd witnessed this, should he move out?

Should he give them space?