The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323

Later that night, the other hospital rooms had gone quiet, leaving the long corridor completely deserted.

Vivian was sleeping fitfully. A fine sheen of sweat dotted her forehead. The drug hadn’t entirely left her system, and her dreams felt like plunging into a blazing inferno, leaving her utterly tormented.

Under the dim light, her pale face looked breathtakingly ethereal, like a masterpiece peeled straight out of a painting.

A few moments later, a faint sound echoed from the door.

The man’s footsteps were practically silent as he crept toward the bed.

Just looking at the woman made his Adam’s apple bob uncontrollably. Vivian… this woman was the most stunning, alluring, and feisty creature he had ever laid eyes on.

During their previous encounter, he had merely noted her exceptional beauty. But the fact that she had dared to outsmart him and even struck him?

That fleeting sense of awe had subtly evolved into a burning obsession. His desire to conquer her had reached its absolute peak.

And today.

It was clearly destiny.

The man took a deep, shaky breath, terrified of waking her. Rubbing his palms together in eager anticipation, he slowly reached out…

Back at Southwood, Silas headed straight into the bathroom for an ice-cold shower.

When he stepped out, the primal fire burning inside him still hadn’t been fully extinguished.

He didn’t turn on the lights. He walked into the bedroom with steady steps. The moonlight spilling through the window illuminated the room just enough for him to see. The very first thing his eyes landed on was the dead center of the bed-that aggressively ugly stuffed bear lying there.

Her taste in plushies certainly clashed with her sophisticated persona.

Silas paused, walked over, picked up the bear, and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

But he had zero intention of sleeping.

Standing by the bed, he suddenly felt like something was horribly wrong.

The entire room smelled like her. The new bedding completely contradicted his usual style. No matter where he looked, he felt like he was seeing the phantom of that woman.

“Silas.”

“Silas~”

“Silas!”

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