The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

She secretly gritted her teeth and looked back at the couple standing side by side. “I’m just here having lunch with my boyfriend. It has nothing to do with either of you, and it never will. Goodbye.”

Vivian gracefully turned on her heel, walking up to Silas with a gentle look in her eyes. “Let’s go.”

It was only then that Amara finally got a clear look at the man’s face.

He exuded an effortless, lazy dominance. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up, revealing toned, muscular forearms. The chiseled lines of his body screamed mature, undeniable masculinity, to say nothing of his devastatingly handsome face.

She stared blankly, completely forgetting to react.

It wasn’t until the two of them disappeared from view that Amara finally snapped out of it. She instinctively looked at the man beside her.

Jonah’s deep, turbulent eyes were still locked on the doorway, simmering like an impending

storm.

The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, Silas pulled his arm free from Vivian’s grasp. He turned, his dark eyes locked onto her.

“You’re getting entirely too comfortable using me, aren’t you?”

“I suppose I am.”

Vivian looked up at him. Bathed in the sunlight, the man’s sharp, cold features looked ethereal. The light filtered perfectly through his hair, cloaking his face in a dreamlike haze. He was so incredibly handsome it barely felt real.

She flashed a brilliant smile. “I didn’t mind when you needed to use me, did I?”

If they were mutually using each other, they might as well play the part.

Silas shot her an icy glare but stayed silent.

They got into the car.

Vivian needed to drop him back at the office.

When they pulled into the parking lot, the man beside her had his eyes closed, resting. She

took a moment to admire his face, forced to admit that as long as Silas kept his mouth shut, countless women would fall to their knees for that face.

“Are you done staring?”

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His low, cold voice lacked a shred of emotion.

He opened his eyes, the pitch-black depths instantly injecting a terrifying soul into his demeanor.

Vivian turned fully toward him. “It’s not a crime to admire my own man, is it?”

“It’s not a crime. It’s just a mistake.”

Silas turned his head. Even without meeting her gaze directly, the sheer presence he radiated was far more intimidating than a direct stare.

“Vivian, you’d better not harbor any foolish intentions toward me. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret everything you’ve ever done.”

“What did I do?” Vivian’s eyes sparkled with a liquid warmth, entirely unafraid. “If wanting you counts as a foolish intention, then I confess. I’ll have to do whatever it takes to make you fall in love with me.”

Silas let out a dismissive scoff and stepped out of the car.

So… incredibly cold.

Vivian dragged her tongue over her red lips, slammed the gas pedal, and headed back to her office.

She parked the car and walked out of the lot. A sleek, black Mercedes van was parked by the curb near the entrance, its iconic emblem screaming wealth and status.

As Vivian walked past, the window rolled down.

“Get in.”

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