Chapter 342

"Give me another chance."

Ethan Roscente's deep voice exploded in Vivian Laurent's ear. Her pupils constricted sharply as her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her shirt.

This had to be an illusion.

How could Ethan possibly love her?

"You're drunk," Vivian's voice trembled. "Look carefully. I'm Vivian, not Sophia Evans."

She instinctively stepped back until her spine pressed against the cold wall.

"I never loved Sophia." Ethan grabbed her wrist. "Those rumors were all lies."

Vivian's heart pounded violently.

She didn't believe him.

Years ago, Ethan had gotten into that car accident while chasing after Sophia. Everyone knew they'd been inseparable abroad.

"Vivian, give me another chance—"

Ethan suddenly buried his face in the crook of her neck. His scorching breath sent electric currents down her spine. He nuzzled against her like a large dog before gradually stilling.

Vivian froze.

She couldn't distinguish truth from lies with this man. Ethan was too skilled at deception.

"Ethan, you're crushing me!"

She shoved him hard, but he didn't budge. Only then did she realize Ethan had fallen asleep.

The living room glowed dimly.

His long lashes cast shadows across his face. Even in slumber, his sharp features remained devastatingly handsome.

Vivian looked away.

She fled upstairs and locked herself in the shower. The scalding water couldn't wash away the phantom sensation of Ethan's touch.

Sleep evaded her that night.

Every time she closed her eyes, she relived the heat of Ethan's embrace and those three forbidden words.

At dawn's first light, Vivian slipped out unnoticed.

She resolved to avoid Ethan Roscente at all costs.

That man was pure danger.