Chapter 43

Ethan Roscente's gaze lingered on Vivian Laurent before shifting to Julian Cortez.

How did these two know each other?

Vivian was equally surprised. What was Ethan doing here?

She quickly composed herself. "You must have mistaken me for someone else. Who's Dr. Luna?"

A smirk played on Ethan's lips.

Dr. Luna was cunning, but he wouldn't let her slip away this time.

"I remember our encounters at Nightfall Lounge and the hospital quite clearly, Dr. Luna."

Julian's manager rushed over. "Mr. Roscente, this is our Julian."

"The endorsement deal is settled," Julian blurted out. "We just signed with Vivian."

Vivian's attempt to stop him came too late.

"Vivian?" Ethan seized on the name.

Dr. Luna... Vivian... Vivian Laurent!

"Vivian Laurent!" He called out sharply.

Julian looked between them. "You know each other?"

Vivian clenched her teeth.

She'd barely escaped last time. Now Julian's careless words had exposed her.

"You're mistaken," she insisted. "My surname is Sullivan."

The manager tried to mediate. "Why don't we all have dinner together?"

"No need," Vivian refused.

"I'd love to," Ethan countered.

Julian chimed in, "Come on, Vivian. It's a rare opportunity."

Reluctantly, Vivian gave in.

In the parking lot, Vivian hesitated to approach her own car.

"Ride with me," Julian offered.

Ethan grabbed Vivian's wrist. "This lady and I have things to discuss."

He practically shoved her into his car.

The interior felt suffocatingly small.

Ethan's long legs barely fit in the cramped space.

"Since when do doctors moonlight as brand ambassadors?" His tone dripped with implication.

"I told you—you've got the wrong person."

Ethan's laugh was cold.

Keep pretending.

He had all the time in the world to play her little game.