Chapter 705

"It's my first time cooking. Might not taste great."

Ethan Roscente pushed the lunchbox toward her, his eyes flickering with nervousness. This was the tomato egg noodles he'd practiced making countless times.

Vivian Laurent picked up her fork, twirling the noodles before taking a bite.

The rich tomato flavor burst on her tongue. The eggs were perfectly scrambled, the noodles delightfully chewy.

"Not bad," she remarked casually.

Ethan's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Mmm. Better than your last attempt with porridge."

He exhaled in relief. "Have more then. What would you like tomorrow? I'll have it prepared."

Vivian ate slowly, putting down her fork halfway through.

"Done already?"

"I'm full."

Ethan naturally took the lunchbox and continued eating with her used fork.

"You—" Vivian's eyes widened.

He chewed unconcerned. "No wasting food."

"I'll get a dog next time," Vivian snapped.

Ethan paused, looking genuinely shocked. "You'd give the dog's leftovers to me?"

"..."

Vivian turned away in frustration. This man was usually so decisive—why was he being so dense now?

A faint smile flickered in Ethan's eyes as he kept eating.

The sudden ringtone shattered the moment.

Ethan checked the caller ID—Theo's bodyguard.

"Report."

Urgent words spilled from the receiver.

Clatter—

The lunchbox slipped from Ethan's grip, spilling sauce on the carpet.

"Get him to the hospital now!" His voice trembled. "Theo cannot be harmed!"

Vivian had never seen Ethan so unhinged. His face drained of color, fingers clenching the phone until his knuckles turned white.

"What happened?" she demanded.

Ethan hung up, his entire body shaking. "Theo's hurt."

"Sophia Evans, she—"

Vivian couldn't believe it. What mother would harm her own child?

Her hand instinctively touched her abdomen. As an expectant mother, she understood that primal bond better than anyone.

"Explain," she pressed.

Ethan was already on his feet, grabbing his coat. "Hospital. Now."