Chapter 361

"Vincent Valrose caused a scene at the hospital?" Ethan Roscente's voice was icy.

He had warned that man.

"This is all your fault! If you hadn't told him about our marriage, he wouldn't have gone crazy. You're responsible for this!"

Vivian Laurent unleashed her anger in one breath, finally feeling the weight lift from her chest.

Much better.

"He won't get another chance to harass you." A storm brewed in Ethan's eyes.

Vincent was digging his own grave.

A waiter arrived with a coffee. "Miss, your coffee."

"Mine?" Vivian's eyes widened.

Then whose cup had she just—

Her gaze darted between the empty cup and Ethan. The answer was obvious.

"You didn't drink from this, right?" She clung to a sliver of hope.

"I did."

Vivian gripped the cup, resisting the urge to throw it in his face.

So what if it was an indirect kiss? They'd shared real ones before.

She took a large gulp from the new coffee.

"I'm done here. Leaving!"

She grabbed her bag. She still had to visit the police station and see a patient today.

"Wait." Ethan caught her wrist.

The electric touch made her yank her hand away instantly.

"What now?" She looked down at him with disdain.

Coffee stains bloomed on his expensive suit, but his striking looks remained unaffected.

"Sophia Sherwood and I—there's nothing between us." He explained again.

"Only guilty people repeat themselves."

"I don't want you to misunderstand." His intense gaze was unsettling.

"I don't care." She lied through her teeth.

Despite her words, seeing his earnest expression inexplicably lifted her mood.

"Goodbye."

"Tonight, could we—"

"Busy." She cut him off and walked away without looking back.

Ethan followed her to the door, watching her car disappear down the street.

Did she really feel nothing?

Did he mean nothing to her anymore?

Was she avoiding him, or was she genuinely occupied?

His eyes lingered on the empty road.

Nearby, Sophia Sherwood emerged from the shadows.

Though she couldn't hear their conversation, the way Ethan looked at Vivian was unmistakable.

It was a burning intensity she'd never received.

He was cold to every woman except Vivian—reduced to groveling at her feet.

And Vivian couldn't even spare him a glance.

Ethan was utterly, hopelessly in love with her.