Chapter 446

Night deepened after rounds of drinks.

Ethan Roscente and Vivian Laurent had consumed quite a bit, leaving only the sound of waves around them.

Vivian was thoroughly drunk, her body limp against the table.

Ethan fought to stay conscious as he knelt before her on one knee. "Get on. I'll carry you back."

She shook her head groggily. He simply took her hand and pulled her onto his back.

When he stood, he realized how light she was—like a feather.

He deliberately slowed his pace, wishing this path would never end.

Under the moonlight, their shadows merged on the beach.

"Ethan." Vivian suddenly slurred his name.

His heart skipped. "Hmm?"

"You bastard... I'm gonna bite you to death!"

Without warning, she sank her teeth into his neck.

Ethan gasped but didn't pull away.

He let her leave deep teeth marks on his skin.

"Why don't you love me..." Her voice cracked with tears. "I love you so much..."

A sharp pain pierced his chest.

"I do." His voice turned hoarse. "I just realized too late."

This was his first time loving someone—clumsy and uncertain.

The invisible wall between them seemed to crumble at last.

"You wanted to divorce me for Sophia Evans..." Her words grew more aggrieved. "That fake saint..."

She bit his shoulder again.

Ethan gave a bitter smile.

Listening to her accusations, he wished he could punch himself.