Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 611

Was she losing her mind? Did something like that really need to be tested so seriously?

Vivienne rubbed her temples. It was all Moira’s fault for lighting so many aromatherapy candles. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so swept up in the moment, risking her life to stab Cyril Bean twice. Now that the truth was dangling by a thread, who knew what that manipulative jerk would do next?

Wait! Vivienne gritted her teeth and sat up straight. Cyril was firmly wrapped around her finger now—a solid catch in her net. What did she have to be afraid of? If anything, he should be afraid of her.

Ugh! Too many distractions. She couldn't sleep.

Vivienne grabbed her phone, sliding back under the covers. Her finger slipped, accidentally opening her chat with Mina.

Their conversation had stopped on Mina's birthday.

Her chaotic thoughts instantly vanished. Vivienne’s expression grew serious as she tapped the screen. "I wonder how Mina is doing."

How did the Blackthorne family resolve the situation between her and Isolde?

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What Vivienne didn't know was that she wasn't the only one awake that night. The occupants of the other two rooms were also wide awake.

Cyril stared unblinkingly at the candle on his nightstand, the flickering flame reflecting in his deep eyes.

He couldn't sleep.

His mind was entirely consumed by the image of Vivienne standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. The scene played on a continuous loop in his head. For once, he was grateful for his eidetic memory. It had been a fleeting moment, less than three seconds, yet he could carve it into an eternal masterpiece in his mind.

Sleep was out of the question tonight.

Alaric couldn't sleep either. He leaned against the balcony railing, gazing out at the harbor. The orange city lights merged with the ocean and the night sky.

The night breeze was freezing, and a layer of frost had formed on his glass of strawberry juice.

For the past three days, Mina had stayed at the hospital, refusing to return to the Blackthorne Residence. Eleonora had visited her twice, urging her to come home both times, but Mina had declined, claiming she still felt unwell.

It was strange. She used to be terrified that the Blackthornes would abandon her, but now, she was terrified of going back.

Ding!

Two messages popped up in the chat.

The first was a location pin.

The second was an invitation from Vivienne.

[Come out and get some fresh air, loser.]