Chapter 908

Vivian clung to Ethan's waist, burying her face against his chest.

She didn't dislike this gift. On the contrary, she adored the sentiment behind it.

He had created an entire starry sky just because of one casual remark she'd made. Few in this world would go to such lengths.

"Hold me a little longer." Her voice was muffled. She rarely showed vulnerability, but tonight she craved the warmth of his embrace.

Ethan gently stroked her back. Unlike fireworks that faded in an instant, these drones would remain suspended in the night sky, waiting whenever she looked up.

He didn't want to let go either. This moment of tranquility belonged only to them.

Above, the drones shifted into different constellations. They stayed entwined until the clock struck midnight.

"It's time to go back," Ethan murmured.

Vivian's legs nearly gave out when she stood, but his steady hands caught her. With travel unsafe at this hour, they had no choice but to stay another night.

"I'll take you home tomorrow." His gaze was tender as he watched her.

Vivian opened her mouth but hesitated.

"Don't say it." Ethan cut her off. He couldn't bear farewells—pretending they'd meet again tomorrow was easier.

"Tonight..." He left the suggestion hanging.

"No." Her refusal was firm. "Your room is next door. No midnight knocks."

Ethan retreated to the adjacent suite with a resigned sigh. After washing up, Vivian found sleep elusive.

Staring at the ceiling, she made her decision. She would leave before dawn to avoid facing goodbye.

This week had been a beautiful dream. But all dreams must end.

At first light, Vivian slipped away silently. She didn't see Ethan standing on the terrace, watching her yacht disappear into the horizon.

He wanted to chase after her but had no right to ask her to stay.

Seven days was too short—too brief to touch her heart.

Like the wind, she was gone before he could hold on.

Ethan gazed at the empty sea and laughed bitterly. She belonged to vast skies, not the harbor of his arms.