Chapter 130

Ethan's gaze darkened with hunger, his lips dangerously close to hers again. Vivian felt like a helpless lamb offering herself to a starving wolf.

It would be a shame to waste such an invitation.

Besides, this was his chance to prove those ridiculous rumors about him wrong once and for all.

"I already ended things with you," he murmured, voice rough. "Yet here you are, teasing me. If you want me this badly, who am I to deny you? Wouldn’t want you thinking your ex-husband is selfish."

"Misunderstanding!" Vivian gasped, her entire body burning. She had been reckless, she’d admit that—but this wasn’t what she’d intended.

"I came out of curiosity! I just wanted to see the infamous Mr. Y! I never planned to sleep with you!" She shoved against his chest. "If I still had any feelings for you, I wouldn’t have divorced you, right?"

The heat in Ethan’s eyes vanished, replaced by ice. Still pinning her down, he demanded, "So. You still believe those rumors?"

"No! I don’t!" Vivian shook her head frantically, her expression sincere.

The air turned thick with tension.

Ethan’s jaw tightened as he studied her. Then, abruptly, he snapped, "Get out."

He’s letting me go? She didn’t hesitate—scrambling off the bed and bolting from the suite.

The moment the door shut behind her, she scanned the hallway for Julian.

That little traitor. How had he gotten the suite code? Why had he pushed her into that disaster? But no matter where she looked, he was nowhere.

Did I imagine him? It made no sense—a pop idol like him at a tech summit?

Giving up, she headed downstairs. When she reached Lockhart Enterprises’ exhibition booth, chaos greeted her.

A man in a black suit was berating her staff. "Who’s in charge here? Pack your things—you’re fired!"