Chapter 983

Vivian's breath hitched.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, threatening to break free.

Ethan's feelings had come so suddenly, yet with such cautious tenderness.

If it were her, she would never abandon work and fly across continents for anyone.

But Ethan had come.

"Did...you eat?" she finally managed after a long pause.

"Just something quick on the plane."

"There's leftover room service if you and Felix are hungry. I can heat it up." She hesitated. "Though it's really not great."

Ethan's brows immediately furrowed.

"You haven't been eating properly?"

"I had a little," she murmured in defense.

Ethan was already unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"I'll have ingredients delivered. I'll cook for you."

Vivian quickly stopped him.

"It's too late for that. Besides, I'm not hungry."

Ethan's gaze was unyielding.

"You need to eat."

"I really don't want to!"

"For the baby, then."

Vivian sighed.

"Fine. Heat up the leftovers, and I'll have a few bites with you. I'm too tired to wait for you to cook."

A small lie.

Only then did Ethan relent, turning toward the kitchen.

Isabella immediately sidled up to her.

"Viv, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she whispered. "Who would've thought Mr. Roscente would cook for you?"

Vivian rolled her eyes.

"He offered."

"I know." Isabella clicked her tongue. "Anyone else wouldn't even get a glass of water from him. Is this really the same arrogant Ethan Roscente?"

She shook her head, watching his tall figure move in the kitchen.

Such was the magic of love.