Chapter 245

Nathaniel's enthusiasm in inviting the woman was palpable.

Vivian hesitated internally. It's his special day. Ruining his mood would be cruel.

She finally nodded. "Alright then!"

Her gaze drifted longingly toward the exquisite desserts arranged on silver trays. She swallowed hard.

Farewell, my sweet treasures. I'll return for you—this I swear!

Ethan caught this fleeting moment, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.

"Wait." Ethan stopped Nathan, who was starting the engine.

"What now, Nate? Don't tell me you're suddenly shy around your ex-wife?" Nathan teased.

"Just hungry." Ethan replied curtly, striding toward the garden's dessert display.

Moments later, he returned with a tray overflowing with treats—milkshakes, éclairs, chocolate mousse, strawberry tarts.

Dominic and Nathan stared, jaws slack.

Nathan smirked. "Since when do you eat sweets, Ethan? This is new."

Ethan shot him a warning glare. "Eyes on the road."

Then, with feigned indifference, he offered the tray to Vivian beside him. "Help yourself."

Vivian's eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood! Don't mind if I do!"

She grabbed an éclair, biting into it with relish. The crisp shell gave way to velvety custard, flavors exploding on her tongue.

Initially intending to eat daintily, she soon abandoned decorum. Cream smeared her lips as she devoured the treats.

All three men watched, stunned—especially Nathan. He'd always seen Vivian as refined, almost boringly proper.

But since her divorce from Ethan, she'd become... fascinating.

"You're a foodie too? Another thing we share besides gaming!" Nathan chuckled, warming to her.

As a fellow food enthusiast, he knew such people were genuine at heart.

Ethan scoffed. "Common? Every young person likes games and food."

Missing Ethan's jealousy, Nathan argued, "You hate both. Does that make you old?"

Ethan's expression darkened. He shoved a cream puff at Dominic. "Shut him up."

Vivian, blissfully unaware, mumbled through a mouthful, "This is divine! Must bring some for Evelyn later."

Pregnancy had amplified her cravings. Each bite seemed to make the babies dance with joy.

Suddenly, Ethan muttered, "Better than my kisses?"

The car plunged into awkward silence.