The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

In his lowered line of sight, the woman’s smooth, flawless leg rested heavily across his body, her skin radiant and completely devoid of imperfections.

She was wearing nothing but his oversized button-down shirt as a makeshift nightgown. It was currently hitched up around her waist, putting her black lace underwear on full display. A bit higher, the loose collar gaped open, showcasing the elegant line of her collarbone.

His brow furrowed deeply, his voice turning to ice. “You certainly have quite the repertoire for seducing men. Did you perfect this during your three years with your ex?”

Vivian looked up at him, her gaze dripping with allure.

“What are you talking about?”

She smirked, purposefully rubbing her leg against his inner thigh. The movement was thick with seductive tension, yet her eyes remained frustratingly bold and unapologetic.

“I’ve never done this with anyone else. I told you, you’re the first and only. But I’m a fast learner. I always do my homework.”

Silas’s breathing grew ragged. “Get off me.”

“Telling me to get lost again.”

Vivian pouted, her tone carrying a petulant, spoiled edge. “I’ll let it slide exactly three more times, and then I’m genuinely going to be angry.”

At this proximity, she could clearly feel his heart hammering against his chest, fueled purely by his rising fury.

Silas stared down at her with dark, complicated eyes, likely wondering what kind of bizarre creature he had married. After a long beat, he gritted his teeth. “Are you dead set on making me divorce you and throwing you out on the street?”

“Absolutely not. I won’t agree to it, and neither will Grandpa.”

Vivian reluctantly untangled her legs from his, but she kept her arms firmly looped around his neck.

“Silas, is it really that difficult to accept me?”

“Accepting you isn’t difficult. The issue is that I simply won’t.”

His verbal gymnastics were truly masterful. Vivian sighed internally. Staring at his flawlessly sculpted face and convinced he still couldn’t see her, she made zero effort to restrain herself.

She lifted a finger, tracing the sharp line of his jaw in the air, her voice carrying a hint of

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absolute certainty.

“You don’t have to accept me. But even if we divorce, Grace Gifford still won’t marry you. Not only would you disappoint Grandpa, but you’d also become the laughingstock…”

“Shut up!”

“…” Oh.

Message received. That woman was a strictly forbidden topic.

But if he was so violently protective of her memory, why did he act so indifferent when they actually met? Men were impossibly complex.

Vivian stopped talking, but she kept her body plastered tightly against his. The physical proximity was overwhelming for both of them… pushing the temperature in the room to a boiling point.

For an adult male, morning arousal was a standard biological nuisance. If he were alone, it would be an easily ignored inconvenience.

But with someone else there-especially a woman-

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