Chapter 681

Vivian Laurent couldn't even bother to glance at him.

Ethan Roscente had already set breakfast on the table.

"Theo, wash your hands before eating."

The little boy scampered off to the bathroom. Vivian eyed the spread—plain congee, pickled vegetables, and a fried egg.

"Such a pitiful takeout order?" She pulled Theo into his seat.

"Uncle Ethan made it!" Theo blurted out.

"You?" Vivian arched a skeptical brow.

The CEO of Roscente Group cooking? Who'd believe that? The memory of him nearly blowing up the kitchen last time was still fresh.

Ethan nodded. "First attempt. Bear with it. I'll learn more dishes."

He remembered every detail of how she'd cared for him during his leg injury. Now it was his turn.

He'd risen before dawn, painstakingly following online tutorials. Though the egg edges were charred and the pickles under-seasoned, it was edible.

Something stirred in Vivian's chest.

The ruthless business tycoon had rolled up his sleeves to cook for her.

She lowered her head over the congee, avoiding his intense gaze. "We'll see."

Surprisingly, the light meal suited her palate. With her recent morning sickness, she managed half a bowl—a small victory.

Ethan efficiently cleared the dishes.

"CEO Roscente has so much free time? No company to run?" Vivian watched his busy silhouette.

"Simon's handling it." His tone was casual.

In truth, he worked through paperwork after she fell asleep.

"Maybe let me play CEO for a day?" She teased.

"Done." He dried his hands. "But how about the position of CEO's wife, Ms. Laurent?"

"Pass."

"Then I'll be the CEO's husband?"

"In your dreams!" She rolled her eyes.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. Since her pregnancy, she'd been lethargic, planning to rest at home today.

Her phone rang abruptly. Fiona Grandelle's tearful voice crackled through. "Vivian... my mother..."

"Slow down. Tell me what happened."

The Queen of Eudora was six months pregnant with a full medical team. Last month's checkup showed no complications.