Chapter 386

"I've seen it."

Ethan Blackwood didn't even glance up from his desk, his voice chillingly indifferent.

Four years had done nothing to dull his striking features—if anything, his expression was even colder now.

"You—you've seen it?"

Ethan Young couldn't hide his disbelief. "No way. If you'd actually seen it, there's no chance you'd be reacting like this."

The trending topic was about Vivian Lockhart—the woman who'd vanished for four years, the one Mr. Blackwood had never stopped thinking about. And this was his reaction?

Ethan finally lifted his gaze. Slowly, he capped his pen, spinning it between his long fingers.

"How should I have reacted?"

"If you'd seen it, you'd be on your way to meet Miss Lockhart right now. At the very least, you'd be losing your damn mind! There's no way you'd be sitting here like nothing happened!"

Ethan Young was practically vibrating with frustration.

"What does she have to do with me?" Ethan's voice was ice. "Why would I care that she's back in Newport City?"

The question left Ethan Young speechless.

Ethan scoffed. "Do I look like I'm still hung up on her?"

"Uh—yes!"

At the risk of being thrown out, Ethan Young muttered, "You might act like you're over it, but you still stare at her picture every night. And don't even get me started on when you're drunk—you bawl like a damn baby and cling to me like I'm your lifeline. Remember last month when you—"

"Enough."

Ethan's expression darkened, cutting him off. "She means nothing to me. Just a footnote in my life. Where she is, what she does—none of it matters. Don't bring her up again."

"But—"

"If you've got this much free time, I can always assign you more work. Now get out."

The sudden shift in tone sent Ethan Young scrambling. He didn't dare push further, retreating from the CEO's office before the storm hit.

Outside, a group of executives hovered, hungry for gossip.

"Well? Did Mr. Blackwood lose it? Is he rushing to see her?"

Ethan Young just shook his head, exasperated.

Their CEO was an enigma. No one could ever guess what he was really thinking.

The moment the door closed, Ethan's phone rang.

The first call was from Nathan Prescott. His voice nearly shattered Ethan's eardrums.

"Ethan! Check the trending topic! It's your ex-wife! After four years, she's back—and she's a goddess now! That face, that body—no man could resist her. When are you—"

Ethan hung up before he could finish.

Then Dominic Harrington called.

"Ethan. Vivian's back. You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Really? Want to grab a drink?"

"I'm fine."

"Come on, man. After everything these past few years—"

"Busy. Talk later."

Ethan ended the call before Dominic could finish.