Chapter 660

"I'm going back to my room." Vivian finished bandaging Ethan's wound and turned to leave without another word.

Ethan silently watched her retreating figure until the door clicked shut behind her.

At dinner time, Fiona was the first to knock on Vivian's door.

"Vivi, why are you always hiding in your room?" Fiona pouted, clearly annoyed. "Everyone's waiting for you."

Vivian rubbed her temples. "I'm not feeling well. You guys go ahead."

"Are you okay?" Fiona immediately grew concerned.

"I'm fine. I am a doctor, remember?" Vivian forced a small smile.

The answer seemed to reassure Fiona. After dinner, Vivian politely declined all invitations and returned to her room alone.

As night fell, a bonfire party started on the beach. Vivian sat in a corner, indifferent to the aroma of grilled meat. Ethan appeared with his comically bruised face, drawing curious glances from the crowd.

"Fell down," he deadpanned.

The firelight softened Vivian's profile. Ethan's gaze lingered on her until the party ended.

Before returning to his room, Ethan stopped by the kitchen to prepare a bowl of fruit yogurt.

A knock sounded at Vivian's door.

"Who is it?" she asked warily.

"Me." Ethan's deep voice carried through the wood.

"What do you want?"

"You didn't eat tonight." He held up the glass bowl. "Brought you a snack."

After a brief hesitation, Vivian opened the door. Ethan's imposing frame filled the doorway, his bruises stark under the light.

"I'm not hungry," she said coldly.

Ethan pushed past her anyway. "Save it for later."

He strode to the coffee table and set down the bowl, making no move to leave.

"You can go now," Vivian frowned.

"I'll wait until you finish." He settled onto the sofa, clearly intending to stay.

Vivian instantly regretted letting him in. But the yogurt smelled enticing, topped with fresh fruit. She took a tentative bite—the perfect balance of sweet and tart.

Before she knew it, the bowl was empty.

"Done." She set down the spoon. "Now will you leave?"

Ethan suddenly grabbed a tissue. "You've got some on your mouth."

Vivian recoiled. "I can do it myself."

"Hold still." He gripped her shoulder. "Returning the favor."

His eyes dropped to her yogurt-stained lips. Just as the tissue was about to make contact, Ethan abruptly leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Vivian's eyes widened. The liar! He'd promised to wipe it off!

Twice in one day—he'd done it again!