Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 607

The candlelight danced, casting shifting shadows across their faces as a heavy, intoxicating scent suddenly permeated the air between them.

Knowing full well she wasn't going to answer, his gaze dropped to her lips. The flickering light illuminated the undeniable, raw desire burning in his eyes. "Why did you kiss me? Tell me why..."

Vivienne suddenly lunged forward. She threw her arms around his neck and planted another desperate kiss directly on his other cheek.

Let's double down! She absolutely refused to accept defeat!

Cyril's interrogation came to a dead halt.

Ding.

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Vivienne's heart leaped into her throat.

[...Completion Status: 99.99%]

...

Are you kidding me?! She was officially dead.

The silence in the room was absolutely deafening.

They remained frozen in place for three agonizing seconds, with only the desperate flickering of the candles attempting to break the tension.

And then, they both attacked at the exact same time.

"Ah!" Vivienne let out a furious scream. She snatched the nearest pillow, smashed it directly into his face, and scrambled backward, ready to sprint.

99.99%?!

Was that even a metric a normal human being was capable of hitting?!

Cyril easily dodged the pillow. The split second she tried to run, he snatched the tail of her onesie and hauled her roughly against his chest.

Vivienne violently twisted around, lunging upwards to slam her head straight into his jaw. Cyril flinched sharply at the impact, instantly grabbing her waist and delivering a firm smack to her backside.

!

He actually had the audacity to spank her?!

Pure, unadulterated rage boiled over inside Vivienne. Driven by absolute malice, she brought her knee up, aiming a vicious strike straight below his belt.

Cyril's eye twitched in alarm. He lunged forward, tackling her onto the mattress to avoid the devastating blow. In the chaotic scramble, his face buried into something incredibly soft. Not thinking, he assumed it was a pillow and instinctively grabbed a firm handful.

"Psycho," she muttered, pretending not to understand the heavy implication as she scrambled off the edge of the daybed.

But that chaotic little wrestling match seemed to have successfully distracted him from interrogating her about the kisses.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell suddenly rang out through the apartment.

Vivienne's eyes lit up. Moira had actually come through! Silently cheering her timely rescue, she practically skipped over to the front door.

Cyril looked down, casually smoothing out his wrinkled shirt. "I really wouldn't open that if I were you."

Like hell. Only an absolute idiot would listen to him right now.

Vivienne stood there barefoot, cheerfully swinging the door wide open. "Moira, thank god, come clean up these—"

A blast of freezing air swept in from the hallway.

The young man in the doorway looked up, revealing his impeccably cold and aristocratic features. "Moira?"

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