The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 25

Relying on the last shred of her rationality, Vivian quickly ducked behind the heavy drapes nearby.

Fortunately, the room was pitch black, and the two stumbling inside had no intention of turning on the lights. The shadows perfectly concealed her silhouette.

"Dr. Granger... am I really worse than Vivian in every way?"

Amara's voice was soft and husky, laced with obvious intoxication.

Whether she was truly drunk or just acting, it was impossible to tell.

Jonah had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his other hand dangling her high heels.

Pressed together like this, Amara was completely molded to his body. Her proud chest occasionally brushed against his firm chest, a silent, seductive invitation.

"No."

Jonah's voice was raspy. "Amara, you're the best."

"Really?"

Amara shifted her weight, draping both arms around his neck, her eyes swimming with liquid desire. "Then... why do you like her and not me?"

Before he could answer, her long eyelashes fluttered down, and she murmured sadly, "It's not just you. She doesn't like me either... She even went out of her way to bully my mother today. Dr. Granger, what am I supposed to do?"

Jonah's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes brimming with deep concern.

"Today?"

"Yes."

Amara bit her lip, a single, perfectly timed tear sliding down her cheek. "Just... around noon. I ran into her there, and she told me she'd beat me up every time she sees me. Why does she hate me so much? Why?"

A fleeting flash of cold fury crossed Jonah's face, quickly replaced by a profound, tender pity.

He tossed the heels aside, his long, elegant fingers resting firmly on her waist.

With a gentle pull—

It seemed he had made his decision.

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