Chapter 907

Fireworks exploded across the night sky, painting the city in dazzling colors. Crowds gazed upward, murmuring about which wealthy romantic had orchestrated this spectacle.

On the private island's beach, Ethan Roscente's lips still lingered on Vivian Laurent's. His kiss was tender yet intoxicating, making her forget to breathe.

The abrupt ringtone shattered the moment. Vivian pushed him away as if waking from a dream.

Ethan glanced at the caller ID and declined the call, swiftly typing a message instead.

The air between them grew charged. Vivian tilted her face toward the heavens. "The fireworks are beautiful."

Streaks of light like falling stars blazed across the sky, their fleeting brilliance heartbreaking. Despite meticulous planning, the display ended too soon.

"Thank you, Vivian." Ethan's voice was low.

Her ears tinged pink. "What for?"

"Close your eyes." He suddenly covered them with his palm. "Just for a moment."

"What are you doing?" She obeyed, eyelids fluttering shut.

His hand felt cool yet strangely comforting.

Minutes later, he withdrew his touch. "Open them."

Vivian slowly lifted her lashes—and gasped.

The once-dark sky now shimmered with countless stars beneath a radiant moon. Looking closer, she realized the glittering lights were drones forming an entire galaxy.

Her throat tightened.

She'd casually mentioned wanting to see the stars. Ethan had built her a universe.

Tears spilled unchecked. Ethan stiffened. "Vivian?"

She flung herself into his arms, burying her face against his neck. "Ethan..."

"You don't like it?" Anxiety threaded his voice. Mobilizing every drone in the city had required calling in every favor.

She shook her head, clinging tighter. This constellation crafted just for her outshone any gift imaginable.