Chapter 175

Ethan didn't answer Vivian's question. Instead, he continued inspecting the villa with a critical eye.

"This layout is terrible. The hall is claustrophobic, the dome is hideous, and the staircase is a hazard."

"It needs a full demolition. The decor is outdated—looks like it's been here since the Victorian era. Even the engravings on the entrance pillars lack finesse. You should tear it all down and rebuild."

His arrogant critique left Vivian baffled.

Was this man delusional? Did he still think he had any say in her life?

"Do you really have nothing better to do, Ethan? Did you secretly get an interior design degree when I wasn’t looking? Stay out of my house!"

Ignoring her irritation, Ethan stood in the center of the living room, studying the landscape painting on the wall.

"This is impressive. The Night Shepherd, isn’t it? If it’s authentic, it’s worth a fortune."

Vivian was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Ethan to recognize the painting, let its value.

The artwork was the most prized possession in the villa, though few knew its significance. Despite multiple break-ins, thieves had overlooked it every time. It had been her father’s favorite, and gazing at it always brought him to mind.

For a fleeting moment, Ethan’s broad shoulders reminded her of the security she once felt with her father. Like an unshakable mountain, his presence made her feel protected—as if nothing could harm her while he was near.

What am I thinking? Vivian mentally shook herself.

Evelyn glanced between them, suppressing a smile. This was her first time meeting Ethan, and he was nothing like the cold-hearted monster Vivian had described. His protective actions and the way he looked at Vivian suggested there was more to their story.

Maybe their divorce was just a misunderstanding...

"Are you done? If so, get out!" Vivian snapped, eager to rid herself of his presence.

"Miss Lockhart, that’s no way to treat a guest!" Evelyn scolded. "Mr. Blackwood just saved us. The least we can do is offer him lunch."

Turning to Ethan, she asked warmly, "What would you like? I can prepare anything—even French cuisine."

Ethan considered her before replying, "Seafood. Pan-seared salmon with watercress, or crab linguine. And if you’re making soup, keep it light."

Vivian’s fists clenched.

"Are you serious, Ethan? This isn’t a five-star restaurant!"

She flailed her arms as if shooing away a pest. "Out! Now! You’re not welcome here!"

Ethan remained unmoved. "I don’t need your welcome."

His gaze shifted to Evelyn. "As long as you don’t mind, Madam."

Evelyn blinked, surprised by his unexpected charm. "Of course not! You were family once, and you’ve protected Miss Lockhart all these years. Let me show you what I can do."

With that, she grabbed the forgotten groceries and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Vivian and Ethan in an awkward silence.