Chapter 851

"Sir, the piano piece you requested has been completed," the waiter reminded respectfully.

Ethan Roscente frowned. "When did I request a piano piece?"

The waiter looked confused. "The Moonlight Sonata just performed by that lady. You said you were very satisfied."

Realization dawned on Ethan—that piece had been played by Vivian Laurent. He waved his hand impatiently. "Bring me the menu."

He quickly ordered several of Vivian's favorite dishes, pointing to a distant table. "Deliver them there."

The waiter followed his gaze to where Vivian was chatting animatedly with Dominic Atlante. Hesitating, she said, "But that table already has guests..."

Ethan was already striding toward them. The silver fork he'd been holding now lay twisted on his abandoned table.

"Vivian, what a coincidence," he forced a smile, his voice tight. "Mind if I join you?"

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Their simultaneous rejection darkened Ethan's expression. He sat beside Vivian anyway. "Three's a party, right Dominic? You don't mind."

Dominic sliced his steak deliberately. "Your audacity remains unmatched, Roscente."

"Still can't compete with your talent for opportunism," Ethan's murderous glare promised violence. This was his wife—how dare Dominic flirt right before his eyes?

Dominic set down his knife. "Vivian, shall we go somewhere else?"

She dabbed her lips. "I'm finished. Let's head back."

Dominic took her purse. "I didn't book a hotel. Hope you don't mind me staying over tonight."

"Fine," Vivian agreed without hesitation.

Ethan's fist clenched. Staying at her place? He'd barely been invited! Worse still, he overheard them planning a Disneyland trip tomorrow—when he'd suggested it before, Vivian had claimed to hate crowds.

Watching them leave together, Ethan immediately followed. The food he'd ordered arrived untouched as he threw down cash and stormed out.

Pregnant women always got hungry at night...

In the car, Vivian stared out the window. "I've already reserved your hotel."

Dominic chuckled. "Throw me away after use? I just helped you drive Ethan mad."

"You could've refused," she said flatly. "Drop me at the next intersection."

Instead of slowing, Dominic accelerated. "Wonder how much ransom Ethan would pay if I kidnapped you? Ten billion?"

The rearview mirror showed Ethan's car in relentless pursuit.