Chapter 864

"Your so-called love is suffocating me. If you truly cared, you'd let me go!"

"Never." Ethan Roscente's eyes burned crimson. "You won't escape me in this lifetime."

Vivian Laurent shivered under his obsessive gaze.

"Ethan, you need psychiatric help."

"Gladly." His lips curled into a humorless smile. "But you're coming with me."

Her fists clenched.

Words were wasted on this man.

A sharp pang of hunger twisted her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day.

Ethan immediately opened an ornate food container. "Eat first."

The gourmet dishes emitted tantalizing aromas—clearly prepared by a master chef.

"Who knows what you've laced it with." She turned away.

Without hesitation, Ethan took a deliberate bite.

"See? Perfectly safe." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I'd never harm you."

"Not hungry."

He held a spoon to her lips. "Just one taste."

"You make me sick." Vivian's laugh was ice. "Get lost."

His fingers twitched, eyes darkening.

"I'll have the kitchen remake everything." He pressed the call button. "Until you eat."

"You're the problem!" She slapped his hand away. "Must I spell it out?"

Ethan studied her in silence.

Then he chuckled lowly. "We have time."

Leaning in, his breath scorched her ear. "A lifetime is long enough... for you to learn to belong to me."

Vivian froze.

The man had truly lost his mind.