Chapter 352

Ethan Roscente was unusually sober today.

Without alcohol clouding his judgment, he wasn't the obsessive madman who would pin her against the wall and kiss her forcefully.

The black Maybach idled at the villa's entrance.

"Vivian." Ethan called out to her as she tried to leave. "I remember every word I said last night."

Vivian Laurent paused mid-step.

"I know it's too late for this." His voice was low. "But I realized something—I think I've truly fallen for you."

The night breeze tangled her hair.

"Give me a chance." His gaze burned into her. "Let me court you properly, like any ordinary man would."

Last night's drunken confession could be dismissed as nonsense.

But now, his eyes were clear, his words deliberate.

Vivian tightened her grip on her purse strap.

"Ethan, the past is the past." She turned to face him. "Three years don't just rewind. We can't go back."

The villa gate slammed shut behind her.

Ethan remained rooted in place.

Even after Vivian showered and stood by the window, towel-drying her hair, his tall figure stubbornly lingered outside.

She yanked the curtains closed.

Her heart raced uncontrollably.

"Don't be stupid," she muttered to herself. "That man ignored you for three years. Why act devoted now?"

Yet by midnight, restless, she peeked through the curtains again.

The driveway was finally empty.

She exhaled in relief.

——

Ethan became an inescapable presence in the following days.

Whether at the hospital's main entrance, side door, or underground garage, his Maybach seemed to materialize everywhere.

Vivian started taking detours.

When her last patient entered the consultation room, she kept her eyes on the chart. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Lovesickness."

Her pen scratched across the medical record.

Ethan sat across from her, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit.

"Dr. Laurent, care to join me for dinner?"

"Cardiology is on the sixth floor." She coldly slid a referral card toward him.

"I only want you." His gaze smoldered. "My heart malfunctions whenever I see you."

Vivian pressed the intercom. "Security, please."

Ethan rose gracefully.

"I'll wait outside."

At shift's end, a familiar voice echoed down the hallway.

Vincent Valrose was all smiles. "Mr. Roscente, my daughter is truly fortunate to know someone like you—"

"Ethan!" Vivian's heels clicked sharply against the floor.