Chapter 850
Soft lighting filled the restaurant as piano music flowed through the air.
Vivian Laurent sat across from Dominic Atlante, their elegant dishes arriving promptly.
Dominic picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and held it directly to Vivian's lips.
"I can feed myself." She reached for the utensil.
With a flick of his wrist, he evaded her hand. "Open your mouth."
"That's inappropriate."
"Ethan Roscente is watching. Isn't this what you wanted?"
After a brief hesitation, Vivian reluctantly accepted the bite.
From his table nearby, Ethan's knuckles whitened around his clenched fist. Pregnant women needed careful diets—what did this bastard Dominic know about proper nutrition?
"How was my performance?" Dominic arched an eyebrow.
Vivian remained expressionless. "Mediocre."
Ethan didn't even notice the server standing beside him. "Sir? Excuse me, sir?"
"What?" He snapped back to attention.
"May I take your order?" The server offered a menu.
Ethan gestured absently. "This one."
His gaze remained fixed on Vivian as she flashed Dominic an uncharacteristic smile.
"Are you certain, sir?" The server hesitated.
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"No."
After the server left, he approached the pianist. "That gentleman requested a song."
Oblivious, Ethan only saw Dominic dabbing Vivian's lips with a napkin.
"Thanks." Vivian's body tensed, her combat reflexes nearly sending Dominic over her shoulder.
"Free tomorrow? Show me around?" Dominic suggested.
"Busy." Her refusal was immediate.
"Finn could join you."
"Changed your mind about provoking Ethan?" Dominic lowered his voice. "This is perfect."
Vivian glanced toward Ethan's table before conceding. "Fine."
Satisfied, Dominic continued serving her food. Vivian frowned at the ginger strips in her bowl—Ethan always remembered she hated ginger.
Playing her role, she forced herself to serve Dominic in return. "Try this."
The sound of bending metal came from Ethan's table as his fork deformed in his grip. He blinked at his empty place setting.
"Where's my food?" He summoned the server.
"You didn't order anything, sir."
"I definitely did." Ethan's brow furrowed. Had his memory failed him?