Chapter 259

Vivian Ashcroft was about to explode when Sophia Lowell swiftly covered her mouth. "That's Ethan Roscente's underwear," she whispered urgently. "He's staying with me temporarily—"

"What?!" Vivian's eyes widened, her voice jumping an octave.

"Shh!" Sophia stomped her foot in frustration. "I'll explain later. Just go home for now."

"Wait! How did you two—"

"Escort her out." Ethan's icy voice cut through the air as he gestured toward the door.

A black-suited bodyguard stepped forward. Vivian recoiled when she recognized him. "Damn it! Not you again, Mr. Stone-Face!"

"Miss Ashcroft," the guard said impassively, "you know resisting won't end well for you."

"This is provocation!" Vivian fumed, hopping mad.

"Be gentle with her—" Sophia's plea was cut off by the door slamming shut.

She pressed against the peephole, biting her lip anxiously.

Ethan yanked her away. "Pack your bags. We leave in thirty minutes."

"Why should I?" Sophia shook off his grip. "Your business trip has nothing to do with me."

"Someone needs to change my bandages." His tone was infuriatingly matter-of-fact.

"Bullshit!" Her chest heaved with anger. "You just want to torment me!"

"I need a temporary secretary." His voice softened unexpectedly. "You're perfect for the job."

Sophia scoffed. "What about Isabella Valentine? Surely your precious fiancée would love to serve you."

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Still holding a grudge?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." She turned away.

"That stubborn temper of yours—"

"Deal with it!" She jutted her chin defiantly.

After a long stare-down, Ethan suddenly gripped her chin. "Fine. Stay here. We'll discuss Vivian's illegal trespassing instead."

"You—!" Tremors of rage ran through her.

Releasing her, he adjusted his cuffs leisurely. "Your choice."