Chapter 291

Vivian wasn't faring much better herself.

This wasn't the time for stubbornness. She took deep breaths, forcing herself to remain composed.

"Alright, let's clean up and head to the hospital together."

They retreated to separate bathrooms for quick showers.

The awkward reality hit them - neither lived here, meaning no spare clothes were available. They emerged wrapped only in towels.

Vivian stepped out first, searching for something casual to wear.

Nathaniel had the same idea.

Their paths crossed in this compromising state.

His gaze traveled boldly from her damp hair down to her bare feet.

Vivian returned the favor without shame, her fingers itching to trace those sculpted muscles.

"Been hitting the gym again, Nathaniel? Those abs could rival a professional trainer's."

Memories flooded back of caring for his "paralyzed" form during his fake quadriplegia days.

He arched an eyebrow. "You're in better shape than I remembered. Though that belly could use some work."

Vivian clenched her jaw.

Of course her stomach showed - she carried twins!

And what did he mean "better than remembered"? As if he hadn't seen every inch before!

Their clothing search was interrupted by Eleanor's sudden arrival.

Already furious, the sight of her half-naked son and ex-daughter-in-law nearly made her collapse.

"So it's true! You're getting back together!"

She positioned herself protectively before Nathaniel, jabbing a finger at Vivian. "You cursed woman! Have you no shame? My son divorced you! Why must you seduce him?"

Vivian massaged her throbbing temples.

Her former mother-in-law's shrill voice threatened to rupture eardrums.

"Mrs. Whitmore, let's clarify who's seducing whom here. At least I'm decently covered. Look at your son - that towel's hanging dangerously low."

"What did you say?"

"I said your son's indecent exposure qualifies as public indecency. He's the one soliciting at midnight!"

Vivian turned to Nathaniel with mock severity. "I'm talking to you. Adjust that towel before it drops. Who exactly are you trying to impress?"

Eleanor sputtered incoherently.

The final insult came when Nathaniel actually obeyed, hiking up the towel with a smirk. "You, obviously. Got a problem with that?"