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 ...