Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 702

He must have been possessed to dig such a massive hole for himself.

Cyril's warning—to keep his feelings buried—had filled him with overwhelming shame. To mask his twisted, forbidden desires, Julian had forcefully tried to redirect his attention.

Horseback riding, shooting, extreme sports—he had thrown himself into every physically exhausting activity he could think of. But every single time he thought he had successfully distracted himself, all his progress completely unraveled the second he stepped foot back home. It was deeply frustrating.

Left with no other choice, he tried to rationalize his feelings as mere physical urges. To balance out that suffocating tension, he attempted to date normally. At first, things would seem fine. But as the girls inevitably grew more demanding, the relationships warped into something entirely superficial.

His goal was clear: he was looking for a distraction, not to be played with or tied down. The second a girl crossed a boundary or asked for more, he severed ties immediately. Of course, he was never stingy toward those who had served their temporary purpose. His exorbitant breakup payouts had ironically earned him the crown of Stormhollow's Best Ex-Boyfriend.

It had gotten to the point where even Kael Kenyon would mockingly bow and call him a legend whenever they crossed paths.

"...Talk about digging my own grave."

Julian tilted his head back, covering his eyes with his arm. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself alive.

*

Compared to Julian's frantic defensive maneuvers, Cyril was far more direct in his approach.

He returned to his room, took a freezing cold shower, and stood on the balcony letting the night breeze wash over him. Once his hair was half-dry, he leisurely strolled out of Blackbriar Wing.

Lennox Raynor practically hung off the courtyard wall, secretly observing his master's movements.

Vellmont Lodge was locked up by nine o'clock. Marissa was mid-yawn, just about to slide the bolt into place, when a timely knock echoed from the courtyard gate.

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