Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 606

The triumphant smirk on her face instantly froze.

Wait, what?

99.9%?!

Why the hell was there a decimal point?!

Before she could even begin to process the outrage, two fingers forcefully tipped her chin upward.

Cyril's gaze drifted down, heavy with a smoldering, dangerous tenderness. "Why did you just kiss me?"

He asked it so casually, acting as if what had just happened was entirely inconsequential.

But Vivienne knew it was just a facade. The burning heat of his touch and the unyielding grip on her jaw were screamingly obvious indicators...

That he was incredibly turned on.

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The flickering candlelight danced back and forth across their faces, their shadows merging on the floor in a deeply intimate, intertwined embrace.

Being interrogated in a position like this meant no matter what she said, she was at an absolute disadvantage.

Vivienne subtly shifted her weight, smoothly sliding the arm draped around his neck down to grab his wrist. She tried to pry his fingers off her chin, but it was completely useless.

"Let go of me, Cyril Bean."

She really thought she could resist? Cyril tightened his grip slightly, tipping her chin up even further as his predatory gaze fell heavily onto her lips.

"You haven't answered my question. Why did you kiss me?"

Vivienne opened her mouth and bit down hard on the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger.

What a feisty little thing. Cyril let her bite him, his thumb curling slightly to stroke the corner of her lips in a seemingly casual caress.

The sexual tension was officially crossing the line into extremely dangerous territory.

Vivienne couldn't keep biting him. Her eyes went wide. "Let go first, and I'll tell you."

Cyril was reluctant to pull away, but he was too desperate for the answer. "No lying."

She nodded seriously. "No lying."

Cyril weighed his options for a brief second and finally released her.

"It's because..." Because my ass!

Without missing a single beat, Vivienne spun around and bolted. But Cyril had perfectly predicted her little escape attempt. He grabbed the tail of her pig onesie, hauled her back, and effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder.

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Vivienne's brain completely short-circuited.

He had known all along!

He was outright telling her he knew she had been faking it the whole time!

How could he be this incredibly evil?!

Vivienne's eyes practically watered with sheer indignation.

Cyril thoroughly enjoyed her current reaction. He smirked, leaning in to tease her further. "Why were you pretending to sleep?"

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"Were you nervous?"

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He gave a low, knowing chuckle, dropping his head closer to hers. "Why were you nervous?"

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