Chapter 900

Vivian Laurent sat quietly at the dining table, watching Ethan Roscente chat animatedly with their elders. They discussed wedding details as if they were heading to the courthouse tomorrow.

Bianca Semona set down her chopsticks, her plate nearly untouched. Her gaze lingered on Vivian’s radiant presence, bitterness welling in her chest. She knew she could never catch up to Vivian, but at least she could excel in her own field.

Victoria Roscente’s face darkened. She had intended to humiliate Vivian, only to be outmaneuvered instead. Abruptly, she stood and stormed out without a backward glance.

"Victoria!" Bianca hurried after her.

Outside the restaurant, Victoria angrily shook off Bianca’s hand. "You’re just letting Vivian off like that? Have you forgotten what she did to us?"

"We provoked her first," Bianca murmured.

"You’re defending her?" Victoria’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What spell has she cast on you?"

Bianca sighed. "Stop fighting her. We’re no match."

"Ridiculous!" Victoria scoffed. "I refuse to accept that." She strode away in her heels, leaving Bianca no choice but to follow.

Back inside, Vivian savored each bite of her meal.

"Delicious," she remarked casually.

Ethan immediately responded, "We’ll come here every week."

Vivian shot him a look. "I’ll come alone." She wiped her lips and set down her napkin.

"Have more?" Ethan asked, concerned.

"I’m full," Vivian shook her head. "Overeating isn’t good for digestion."

"Let me massage your stomach?" He reached out playfully.

A single glare from Vivian made him retreat. As they left the restaurant, she declared, "Take me home."

This time, Ethan didn’t argue. He drove in silence. But when they arrived, he stepped out after her.

"What are you doing?" Vivian blocked the doorway.

"I want to stay with you," he said, his eyes dimming. "There’s only tomorrow left."

Her heart clenched. He was right—time was running out. She turned and walked inside, tossing over her shoulder, "Do what you want."

She’d already decided he’d sleep on the couch. The man followed like a silent shadow.