Chapter 984

Double Standards

Felix Valdemar leaned over the dining table, eyes gleaming at the freshly reheated dishes Ethan Roscente had prepared. He pulled out his phone and snapped several photos of the spread.

"Gotta document this rare occasion when Boss Ethan cooks," Felix grinned. "If he ever pisses me off, I'm sending these to everyone in our circle."

Vivian Laurent blinked. She'd grown accustomed to seeing Ethan bustling around the kitchen, especially after he'd mastered cooking.

Watching Felix take pictures, Vivian quietly pulled out her own phone and captured Ethan's tall, well-proportioned silhouette.

Even from behind, his long legs and perfect physique were mesmerizing.

Isabella Langley scoffed. "You're one to talk. Look at Ethan—now that's what a proper man looks like. Meanwhile, you can't even make instant noodles right."

"What's wrong with me?" Felix retorted. "I'm doing just fine."

"Only because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth," Isabella shot back. "Without servants, you'd have starved ages ago."

Felix shrugged. "Being born lucky is a skill too."

Ethan emerged with the final dish and gestured for everyone to eat.

Isabella eyed the feast without appetite—she and Vivian had just finished dinner. But when she turned, Vivian was already seated at the table, chopsticks in hand.

Pregnancy cravings were understandable.

Ethan suddenly extended his palm. "Phone."

Confused, Felix handed it over.

Ethan swiftly deleted the photos before tossing the device back. "One more unauthorized shot and I'll sue for肖像权violation."

"That was out in the open!" Felix protested. "Besides, Vivian took pictures too!"

Vivian's chopsticks stilled.

Ethan's eyes flickered with surprise. "You did?"

"Just one," she murmured, ready to delete it.

Instead of anger, Ethan's voice softened. "Take as many as you like. Tell me how you want me to pose."

"Such double standards!" Felix gaped.

Ethan arched a brow. "Got a problem with that?"

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Let the lovebirds do what they want. Finish up and get lost—we need rest."

Vivian took a bite, surprised by the improved flavor. Had Ethan tweaked the dishes?

After dinner, Ethan moved to clear the table.

Vivian stopped him. "It's late. Let housekeeping handle it tomorrow. Aren't you exhausted?"

"Dead tired!" Felix cut in. "Boss Ethan didn't sleep the entire flight—just worked on documents."

"Where are you staying?" Vivian asked.

Ethan paused. They hadn't booked hotels—or rather, he'd never planned to stay elsewhere.