Chapter 170: Not Good.

Ethan looked at Vivian, a bit of surprise in his voice, "When did my little simpleton learn to drive?" Vivian shot him a teasing smirk. "You think a fool like me would know how to drive? Think again, Ethan." Ethan went quiet, his fingers gently rubbing the back of Vivian's hand. When he finally spoke, he sounded worried. "Can I be cured of my sickness?" His question threw Vivian off, almost making her run a red light. She slammed the brakes, giving Ethan a reassuring nod. "Yes, you can. Trust me." Ethan made a humming sound, his face becoming even more serious. "If I get better, will you still be my little simpleton?" "Why would you ask that?" "Because I can't shake the feeling," Ethan confessed, his eyes locked on Vivian, a heavy feeling in his heart. He felt like she wouldn't be his once he got better. But he kept this fear to himself. After all, she had to be his and his alone. Suddenly, he reached out with his other hand, pulling Vivian in for a deep kiss. It wasn't