Chapter 80: You Took My Wife

"Okay then," Vivian's eyebrows wiggled in amusement as she slipped her phone into her pocket, "You're the big Mr. Handsome. You call the shots." Her eyes were as crystal clear as a spring, yet a playful sparkle of mischief was hiding in their depths. "Give me your hand," Ethan said, his brows knitting together as he looked at Vivian. His hands were a sight to behold, with a large palm and slender fingers that were perfectly shaped. Anyone with a thing for hands would find it hard to look away. Vivian admired his good looks, including that near-perfect hand. She chuckled lightly, not just taking his hand but lacing her fingers with his. She was captivating, leaving Ethan briefly spellbound. When she was acting silly, she already had him on the edge of losing control. When she wasn't, was she planning on stealing his very soul? She had willingly intertwined her fingers with his. Did she realize what she was doing? She wasn't clueless! So, she must've known what she was doing all