Chapter 64

"Put me down." Vivian's voice was icy.

Ethan finally released her. Vivian strode to the door and unlocked it with facial recognition.

As she tried to slam the door shut, Ethan already forced his way inside.

"Who said you could come in?"

"After escorting Dr. Laurent home, I don't even get a glass of water?" Ethan walked straight to the living room as if he owned the place.

Vivian scoffed. "Help yourself. Drink up and get out. Every corner of this house has surveillance. Mind your manners, Mr. Roscente."

Exhausted, she had no energy to deal with him. When she moved out of the Roscente mansion, she'd left everything behind. Every item here was newly purchased.

Vivian turned and went upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Ethan stood alone in the empty living room, surveying the sterile space. No servants. No signs of life. Just blinding white walls and cold furniture.

He pulled out his phone and made a call.

...

Vivian woke after only three hours of sleep.

Rubbing her temples, she remembered Ethan had brought her home. At this hour, he should be long gone.

Her stomach growled. Dragging her feet, she stepped out of the bedroom.

An enticing aroma wafted through the air.

From the staircase, Vivian saw Ethan was still there. Outside, darkness had fallen. She frowned. "Planning to spend the night, Mr. Roscente?"

"Dinner." Ethan stood up.

The dining table was laden with exquisite dishes. Vivian arched an eyebrow. "You can cook?"

The spread looked professionally prepared, nothing like an amateur's work. In her memory, the Roscente heir didn't even know which way a kitchen door opened.

Truth was, Ethan couldn't cook. He'd had a Michelin chef prepare and deliver this meal. But seeing Vivian's skeptical look, he felt like teasing her.

"What if I said yes?"

Vivian's expression darkened instantly.

The rumors flashed through her mind—how Ethan had learned to cook for Sophia Evans, preparing daily love lunches. Now he was using the same tactic on her?

"Take your love lunch and get out!"

Ethan looked stunned.

She'd been fine moments ago. What triggered this outburst? He suddenly missed the sleeping Vivian from the car ride.

"A chef made this," he explained quickly. "My injured hand can't even hold a spatula steady."

Vivian's cold gaze flicked to his bandaged hand.