Chapter 904

"I'd jump if you asked me to." Ethan Roscente's intense gaze burned into Vivian Laurent.

"Ridiculous." She rolled her eyes. "What if you start whining about pain afterward? I'd have to take responsibility."

"I never lie to you."

"Sure you don't. Follow me."

Vivian turned toward the luxury resort hotel nearby.

The private island had been transformed into an exclusive getaway, with the only five-star hotel nestled along the pristine beach. Today, the entire property had been reserved for Vivian's use.

"Lunch is ready, sir and madam." A waiter greeted them with a bow.

The two-hour drive had brought them just in time for the meal. Vivian had arranged an exquisite seafood feast in advance.

After dining, she instructed the staff to set up lounge chairs and umbrellas by the shore.

"I'm taking a nap. You go fish."

"Here?" Ethan eyed the calm waters skeptically.

"Of course." Vivian smirked. "What we have for dinner depends entirely on your skills."

"I'll make sure you eat the freshest catch."

It had been ages since Ethan last enjoyed such leisurely fishing. Vivian stretched out on the adjacent chair, basking in the December sun.

The winter light was gentle, lulling her into drowsiness. She yawned, still tired from working late the night before.

Was this considered a date now?

Ethan kept one eye on his fishing line while stealing glances at Vivian.

She lay curled on her side, her face half-buried in the plush collar of her coat. Long lashes cast delicate shadows beneath her eyes as the sea breeze played with loose strands of her hair.

Quietly rising, Ethan fetched a cashmere throw from the hotel and draped it over her sleeping form.

Dappled sunlight filtered through palm fronds, painting shifting patterns across her face. The scene belonged in a painting.

Unable to resist, he pulled out his phone and snapped dozens of photos.

Every frame was perfection.

Just as he adjusted for another angle, Vivian's eyes flew open.

"Ethan Roscente!" She bolted upright.

"Theo misses you..." He fumbled to hide the phone.

"Liar! Hand it over!" She lunged for the device. "How many awful photos did you take?"

"Just...a few." His guilty fingers touched his nose.

In reality, his gallery now held over two hundred new images.

"I must look ridiculous drooling in my sleep. Delete them!"

"You're beautiful in every way." His gaze softened. "I want to remember every moment with you."

"Stop sweet-talking." She glared. "Where are the fish? How many did you catch?"

Ethan: "......"

He'd been too distracted watching her. The bait had been stolen clean.