Chapter 428

"How did you get here?"

Ethan Roscente always appeared out of nowhere.

She was certain she hadn't told him about this trip.

"The Queen gave me the address." Ethan leaned against the doorframe. "I came to check on you."

"What's there to see?" Vivian Laurent frowned. "Staring at me won't make me grow three heads."

"Just making sure you're safe." His gaze swept the hallway. "The island is beautiful. We should visit alone sometime."

"Not happening!" Her voice rose sharply.

Ethan chuckled. "There's always time."

The dim hallway lights cast shadows across his sharp profile, illuminated by the glow from her room.

Whenever those eyes locked onto hers, her pulse betrayed her.

"Done staring? You can leave now."

Showing up unannounced at night—definitely up to no good.

"Night travel is dangerous." He didn't budge.

"You didn't take a boat?"

"Exactly why I know it's risky." His expression remained deadpan. "I was terrified."

Vivian scoffed.

As if anyone would believe that.

"Fiona gets agitated around strangers."

"I'll stay out of her way."

Vivian turned to leave. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed."

"I'll join you." He followed.

"In your dreams!"

"No vacancies on the island." He stated matter-of-factly. "We'll have to share."

She whirled around. "Over my dead body!"

"Remember Santorini—"

"Shut up!" Her ears burned.

That was an accident!

"I need to talk to you."

"Keep it to yourself!"

As she moved to slam the door, Emily Garnache peeked out from the next room. "Vivian? Is that... your husband?"

Ethan's lips curved.

Vivian's eyes widened. "What did you just call him?"

"I—I mean Mr. Roscente!" Emily corrected hastily.

Vivian slammed the door. "Get lost!"

"Mr. Roscente, is something wrong?" Emily asked timidly.