The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

First, he was barely letting it slide.

Second…

He knew she went to the hospital on purpose today.

Vivian’s face paled slightly, but she forced a smile. “And if there is a next time, what exactly will you do, Mr. Sterling?”

Even though she was still sitting on his lap, the cold detachment radiating from him felt like an invisible fortress, keeping her strictly out.

He looked down at her with pure condescension.

“It won’t end well for you.”

“…” Oh.

Vivian stood up, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she looked down.

Just when Silas thought she was going to leave, she moved quickly and forcefully, grabbing his chin and planting a fierce kiss on his lips.

“Then it won’t end well. But you’re the one who agreed to marry me, Silas. We’re husband and wife. Till death do us part. You can’t get rid of me now.”

For a long time after, Silas would remember the moments his heart skipped a beat for her.

Once was when his vision briefly cleared, and she had appeared like a breathtaking illusion from another world, draped across his bed in all her seductive glory.

The other-

Was right now.

She cupped his face, declaring, ‘We’re husband and wife. Till death do us part. You can’t get

rid of me now.’

Silas’s breathing faltered for a fraction of a second, a sharp, fleeting heat pooling in his stomach. He reached up and pulled her away, his voice rough. “From the looks of it, this is still all about Jonah.”

“Are you jealous?”

“I believe I told you I hate trouble.”

“It’s not that much trouble.”

”

.” He didn’t reply.

Chapter 117

Vivian pouted. “I helped you deal with Grace, too. That’s just part of being a married couple. Boss, there’s no need to be so petty about it.”

She used him, and now she was calling him petty?

This woman was truly a master at twisting the truth.

Silas let out a soft scoff, clearly done humoring her.

“Get out.”

Vivian didn’t move, staring unblinkingly at the man’s striking face. The light filtered through his hair and danced across his pitch-black, bottomless eyes.

She suddenly asked, “Silas, what does it take to win

The man paused, thinking he had misheard her.

“What?”

your heart?”

The fox-like woman leaned close to his ear, her breath warm and sweet. “Starting today, I’m going to pursue you. And one day, I’ll make sure you belong entirely and completely to me.”

No one had ever spoken so boldly to Silas.

His expression didn’t change, nor did he say a single word.

He simply raised his hand, gripped the back of her neck, shoved her out of the study, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

“…” So ruthless.

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