Chapter 4

I couldn't help but laugh at his question. "What, did you buy the whole street or something?"

His gaze shifted to the gift box behind me, then to the party list in Ethan's hand, and his brows knitted together. "Are you hosting a party lately?"

"Why do you care?" I shot back.

Emily quickly whispered, "James, Ms. Grant probably has work to do..."

"Yeah," I said, looking at her. "It's not like I came back to take your place."

Her face went pale, like I'd scared her again.

James's face darkened. "Vivian."

I seriously hate that tone.

Back then, whenever…