Chapter 393

The roar of an engine approached from the distance.

Ethan Roscente stood in the courtyard, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He lifted his gaze as the familiar sports car came into view.

His breath caught when the door opened.

Vivian Laurent stepped out in black combat boots, her leather mini skirt swaying slightly. Heavy smokey eye makeup accentuated her gaze, with glitter accents at the corners. A pair of devil horn hair clips sparkled atop her head.

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"You—"

"Why are you here again?" Vivian cut him off with a frown, tugging at her skirt self-consciously.

"To see you." His eyes remained glued to her.

She shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "I'm busy. Call me if it's important."

A glance over her shoulder confirmed Fiona Grandelle was still waiting in the car.

Ethan followed her gaze to the tinted windows. "Friend?" His eyes narrowed. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"None of your business." Vivian brushed past him. "Move."

He didn't budge. "About that dinner you promised—"

"Not tomorrow."

"The day after?"

"Business trip." She waved him off impatiently. "I'll call you when I'm free."

Ethan chuckled suddenly. He reached out to touch one of her devil horns. "This look suits you."

Only then did Vivian remember she was still in her Comic Convention outfit. Heat rushed to her ears as she slapped his hand away. "Get lost!"

He stumbled back two steps from her push, but his gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks.

Even after getting in his car, the image replayed in his mind. His phone vibrated with a message from Finn Deross.

"Found it. Called cosplay. Popular with young people."

Ethan frowned at the screen. Thirty wasn't old... was it?