Chapter 675
Ethan Roscente narrowed his eyes as tension thickened the air.
"Cat got your tongue?" He drummed his fingers on the table while staring at Lucas Lefèvre.
Lucas shrugged. "You told me to shut up."
Ethan's fingers froze mid-tap.
"So you came here just to spout nonsense?"
"This isn't nonsense." Lucas's gaze turned sharp. "Vivian's doing fine now. Stay away from her."
A dangerous glint flashed in Ethan's eyes as he chuckled darkly.
"How do you know I can't help her?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I can give her pleasures no one else can."
Especially when Vivian lay beneath him in the dead of night.
"Stop deluding yourself!" Lucas slammed the table. "She was miserable with you! And you dare chase her when you already have a child? Disgusting!"
"I've explained about the child." Ethan's tone turned icy. "You claim to care for her? Then let her make her own choices."
Lucas clenched his fists. "Of course I want Vivian happy. But never with you!"
"Why not?" Ethan suddenly closed the distance between them. "What exactly is your relationship with Vivian?"
"None of your business." Lucas stood his ground. "But hurt her, and I'll make you pay with your life."
To him, Vivian was like a blood sister.
Ethan paused, his voice softening unexpectedly. "I'd sooner worship her than harm her. We both want her happiness. Your concern should be directed at that Liam Valdemar."
"Badmouthing people behind their backs? How low."
"Consider it friendly advice." Ethan's eyes turned razor-sharp. "People change. That Liam appeared out of nowhere—who knows his true motives?"
Lucas frowned.
"Vivian's too trusting." Ethan pressed on. "You know Liam's background better than I do. A Dark Web fugitive like him doesn't get captured easily."
Lucas fell silent. The wanted criminal's reputation was indeed concerning.
"I'll keep an eye out." He finally conceded. "But don't mistake this for approval. Caring for Vivian won't earn you my acceptance."
Ethan smirked, his coat swirling dramatically as he turned.
"We'll see about that."