Chapter 885

"I didn't."

Vivian Laurent eyed little Theo Evans warily, convinced the child was Ethan Roscente's tiny spy.

"Really?" Theo tilted his head, pressing further.

"Of course."

"Theo, let's go play downstairs." Vivian took his hand, eager to avoid any more awkward questions.

Downstairs, Ethan leaned against the sofa reviewing documents. Seeing them descend, he ruffled Theo's hair. "Theo, go play in the study."

"Okay, Uncle Ethan!" Theo scampered off excitedly.

The boy had shown an early fascination with medicine. At just four, he could already recognize thousands of Chinese characters. Whenever he encountered something unfamiliar, he'd pester Ethan relentlessly for explanations.

Ethan had specially prepared a complete set of medical primers for Theo and even hired a tutor. The household employed no live-in staff, only part-time cleaners and a cook.

"Had breakfast?"

"Yeah." Vivian nodded.

"What would you like for lunch? I'll cook."

"Don't trouble yourself." She glanced at the wall clock. "Any plans today?"

Ethan closed the file. "Just resting at home."

Vivian arched a brow. "Wasting a whole day?"

"Staying in counts as a date." He chuckled. "If you want to go out, we can leave now."

"Never mind. Home is fine." She rubbed her aching lower back. Two straight days of running around had left her exhausted.

"How about grocery shopping later?"

"Sure."

Around noon, they walked to a nearby supermarket.

Ethan pushed the cart, meticulously selecting ingredients—king crab, wagyu beef, Kurobuta pork... The cart quickly piled up like a small mountain.

"Buying all this?" Vivian stopped his reaching hand.

"Practice." His expression remained deadpan. "Might ruin a few dishes."

"You eat your failures."

"Deal."

Vivian tossed in some snack packs. Their striking good looks drew sidelong glances from passersby. Someone discreetly raised a phone, capturing the scene.