The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281

“You’re awake?”

Chapter 281

Silas looked up, his bloodshot eyes slightly clouded.

Vivian rubbed her hand, lowering her gaze. Her voice was weak, yet undeniably sincere. “I know you stayed up all night taking care of me. Thank you. When I get better, I promise to love you twice as much.”

The man said nothing, his face devoid of any emotion.

A long moment passed.

“Vivian,” he finally called out, his voice hoarse.

“Hmm?”

“With talent like yours, why didn’t the Fairchild family send you into show business? You could have easily won an Oscar.”

“Let’s not go there. If I became a famous actress, too many people would fall for me. I wouldn’t want you getting jealous.”

Silas was speechless.

“Let go.”

“Then give me a kiss.”

Vivian pointed to her cheek. “I’m the patient here. I need a good morning kiss. Hurry up.

Silas frowned. “Aren’t you dirty?”

She hadn’t brushed her teeth or washed her face yet. What kind of good morning kiss was that?

But Vivian’s eyes instantly lit up. “Silas, you’re totally falling for me!”

“The fever must have fried your brain.”

Silas didn’t want to argue with her nonsense and pulled his hand away.

Just as he was about to stand up, the woman’s cheerful voice rang out. “I’m right, aren’t I? Before, you wouldn’t kiss me or let me kiss you. But today, you only asked if I felt dirty. That means if I wasn’t dirty, you’d kiss me! A person’s first instinct never lies!”

The hair on the man’s forehead was slightly messy. The natural lighting cast a shadow, perfectly concealing the deep emotion in his eyes.

He scoffed softly and looked up.

His voice carried a hint of warning. “Behave while you’re sick, or else…”

“Or else what?”

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Chapter 281

“Or else I’ll lock you in here by yourself and let you starve.”

Silas went to the bathroom first to wash up. When he came out, his phone happened to ring

Even though he wasn’t going to the office, he had to attend important meetings via video call

Putting on his earpiece, he turned to glance at the woman on the bed, gesturing for her to go wash

Vivian felt a little reluctant. It was rare for her to get sick, and she had wanted to use this opportunity to have Silas wait on her hand and foot. Instead, she was being threatened and warned all day long After brushing her teeth and washing her face, the woman in the mirror looked pale and drained.

She rubbed her cheeks a couple of times, trying to bring some color back.

She walked out.

Fluent, pleasant French poured from the man’s lips. Vivian leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she listened for a long while, almost reluctant to interrupt his deep voice.

Returning to her hospital bed, she reached for her phone.

The moment the screen lit up, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

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