Chapter 953
"This food is inedible. I can't swallow a single bite!"
"I took cooking classes to improve. Let me order fresh ingredients. You need proper nutrition—you're so thin it breaks my heart."
Ethan Roscente gently traced Vivian Laurent's cheekbone with his fingertips.
His frown deepened at the hollow feel beneath his touch.
Her face had lost all its softness.
"Nonsense, I've actually gained weight," Vivian turned her face away.
"Stubborn as always." Ethan shook his head. "Rest now. I'll prepare dinner. We're taking the private jet home tomorrow."
"Fine. But we're bringing Mia with us. Once the toxicology report comes in, I'll need to formulate her antidote."
Ethan tapped her forehead lightly. "Focus on your own recovery first. Purge those toxins completely—for your sake and our baby's. Nathan can handle Mia's treatment. His medical skills are competent enough."
Vivian considered this before nodding.
Her senior colleague was indeed capable.
At eight months pregnant, mobility became increasingly difficult.
"We're going to my place, not yours. No arguments."
"As you wish, my queen."
Ethan massaged Vivian's aching lower back while coordinating their return.
The Zero organization remained unaware—their charade could continue back home.
Strangely, despite days of sleeplessness...
The familiar scent of Ethan's cologne made Vivian's eyelids grow heavy.
She drifted off against his shoulder without realizing it.
Her breathing gradually softened.
"Viv—"
Emily Garnache froze mid-step at the sight.
Ethan pressed a finger to his lips.
The girl retreated upstairs on tiptoe.
Silence enveloped the villa, broken only by their synchronized breathing.
Ethan studied Vivian's sleeping face.
Thank God he'd arrived in time.
Cradling her head gently onto a cushion, he rose and headed to the kitchen.
Only meals prepared by his own hands could ease his mind now.
He should've become her personal chef sooner—before the poisoning.
The aroma of sautéing ingredients soon filled the air.
Vivian twitched her nose in sleep before blinking awake.
She rubbed her temples.
How peculiar.
After nights of insomnia...
Why did she always sleep so soundly in his presence?