Chapter 903

Ethan Roscente rushed to the hospital in such a hurry that he barely registered Vivian Laurent's request for him to "be her driver for the day."

He never denied her anything. Within half an hour, he sped from his home to the hospital, still clutching a bag of steaming breakfast.

Vivian ate unhurriedly while Ethan trailed behind her like an overeager golden retriever.

Only after settling into the car did she finally speak. "Aren't you going to ask where we're going?"

"I know."

Her brow arched. "You know?"

Had he been having her followed?

Ethan kept his eyes on the road. "The airport, right? You're leaving today. I keep my promises—five days are up, so I'll let you go."

Vivian rolled her eyes.

"Not the airport."

"The train station?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Seattle. Now."

Ethan drove with practiced ease, arriving at the Seattle marina within an hour.

"A yacht trip?" He glanced at her in confusion.

"Can you pilot one?"

"Of course." Memories of Santorini Island flickered through his mind.

Vivian pointed toward the horizon. "Head that way."

The yacht docked at a secluded island.

Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. "Vivian, what is this?"

"I was too busy yesterday. Owed you a day." She gazed at the ocean. "Consider this me paying up."

Turning to face him directly, she said, "For our last date, I'll make the arrangements."

Ethan's pupils constricted. His heart hammered wildly.

He pulled her into a crushing embrace, voice trembling. "Thank you—"

"Let go!" She thumped his back. "I just don't like owing people."

Ethan cut her off immediately. "I don't care!"

Vivian laughed despite herself. "I wasn't finished."

Teasing him, she added, "What if I told you to jump into the sea?"