His Secret Child, Her Revenge: Remarrying Up novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178 Vivienne to the Rescue

Chapter 178 Vivienne to the Rescue

“I watched that guy yank her out of his car, so I followed them inside.

“Thankfully, I got there just in time. I knocked him out before he could lay a hand on her.”

Ethan’s expression hardened into ice. His voice dropped low.

“I owe you one. For her.”

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Vivienne offered a faint smile. “I didn’t do it for her. I did it for Mr. Vance. And honestly, I don’t think Mr. Vance would ever let something like this happen.”

“So you’re certain Silas wasn’t involved?” Ethan pressed, his gaze sharp.

“I know him,” Vivienne replied quietly. “He has his flaws, but this isn’t his style. And unless I’m misreading things, Mr. Vance does care about Ms. Thorne. It’s not nothing.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then why text me and not him?”

Vivienne hesitated.

“Because,” Ethan said coldly, “you couldn’t be a hundred percent sure it wasn’t Silas.”

“You’re right,” she admitted softly. “I really couldn’t.”

Another knock sounded at the door.

“Get that-it’s my assistant,” Ethan said.

Vivienne opened the door to let Zack in, who was slightly out of breath. One glance at the scene told him everything. He held his tongue for the moment, waiting.

Ethan drew back the blanket, lifted Jasmine gently into his arms, and headed out.

“Zack, take this guy to the usual spot. Have a nice long chat with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan paused to glance briefly at Vivienne. “I’ll remember I owe you.”

“Mr. Brooks-” Vivienne called out quickly before he could leave. “I truly believe it wasn’t Mr. Vance.”

Ethan didn’t turn. “I’ll look into it. Don’t worry. If he’s clean, I won’t touch him.”

Vivienne felt a wave of relief. From the first time she’d met Ethan, she’d sensed he was a man of his word- exceptional, sharp, the kind who stood out in any room. Silas, capable as he was, simply paled in comparison.

She sighed quietly as she watched Zack haul the unconscious man up from the floor, handling him like a rag doll. Zack might have looked like a quiet academic, but in action, he was something else entirely.

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Chapter 178 Vivienne to the Rescue

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Back in the car, the driver glanced into the rearview and discreetly raised the privacy partition. The back seat became its own sealed world.

Ethan held Jasmine tightly against him. If he didn’t, her restless movements would grow even more suggestive.

She murmured something against his chest-the words were slurred, but her body was radiating heat her hands slipping beneath his jacket, seeking skin.

Ethan took a slow, controlled breath, fighting down the rush of heat pooling in his gut. His voice came out rough. “Jasmine. It’s me. Wake up.”

She went still for a few seconds. Just as Ethan began to relax, her mouth found his.

Jasmine locked her arms around his neck and kissed him desperately-all hunger, no finesse. Ethan tried to gently push her back, afraid of hurting her, but in that moment of hesitation, she caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down hard.

The metallic taste of blood bloomed in his mouth. Ethan grunted in pain but kept his hold firm.

When her tongue slipped past his lips, his whole body went rigid.

Lost in the haze of the drug, finally finding some small relief, she refused to let go. Ethan was sweating now, every muscle tense.

“Jasmine… look at me. It’s Ethan.”

She cupped his face, her eyes glazed and distant. “Just give it to me…”

His throat moved. “You need to see who I am. It’s Ethan.”

Her fingers brushed his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. “I want you… Please… I’m burning up… just give it to me…”

Warm, soft, utterly irresistible—every curve of her seemed designed to undo him. Ethan’s mouth went dry. The reaction coursing through him was perfectly natural, undeniable.

When her hand slid under his shirt and pressed flat against his chest, his control finally shattered.

He cradled the back of her head and kissed her deeply, letting the heat between them consume the space, the reasons, the doubts.

When Jasmine woke, the sterile smell of antiseptic greeted her. Her mind felt thick with fog, and a dull ache lingered through her limbs.

She turned her head and saw Ethan seated beside the hospital bed. “Ethan,” she whispered, her voice scratchy.

He leaned forward and brushed her forehead with the back of his hand. “Feeling any better?”

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