Chapter 95

Sophia's chest heaved violently, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She glared at Ethan Roscente's infuriating face, swallowing back the venomous words on her tongue—terrified he might actually make a move against Vivian Ashcroft.

The dining table was laden with exquisitely prepared dishes, all tailored to Ethan's tastes. His critical gaze swept over the spread, the storm in his expression easing slightly.

"Where's the main course?" His voice was ice.

Sophia smirked. "Aren't you afraid I poisoned it?"

Ethan didn't even lift his eyelids. "Then I'd strangle you first."

"..."

Her temples throbbed with rage. This man would drag her down with him even in death—utterly shameless.

She stormed into the kitchen and slammed a bowl of rice onto the table. "Enjoy your meal, Mr. Roscente. We'll talk business afterward."

Ethan frowned at the lone set of cutlery. "You're not eating?"

"I wouldn't dare share a table with you," she sneered.

He set down his chopsticks and tilted his chin. "Taste test."

Sophia's face drained of color.

Clenching her teeth, she sampled every dish before slamming her chopsticks down. "Satisfied now?"

Ethan picked up a bite with refined grace, chewing slowly. "Barely edible."

She barely resisted smashing the plate over his head.

When she returned from cleaning up, Ethan was lounging on the sofa, eyes closed. Sophia loomed over him. "You've eaten. I've washed the dishes. Time to honor your promise."

He didn't open his eyes, lazily humming in acknowledgment.

Sophia exhaled in relief and sat across from him. "About Vivian—"

"Didn't catch that," Ethan interrupted.

Her forced smile froze. She inhaled sharply, nails carving half-moons into her palms to stop herself from lunging at him.

"I said," she enunciated each word, "can we discuss Vivian Ashcroft now?"