The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 353

Liam's gaze darkened, and he stopped messing with his phone.

"He's just here to drive a wedge between us. Kick him out so we can eat in peace."

Liam: "..."

Silas looked at the woman's face, then glanced over at the man on the sofa.

Interesting.

He leaned back in his chair and tipped his chin slightly. "Sure. You kick him out."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Her eyes were wide and innocent, acting as if it were the most absurd request in the world. "I'm just a fragile woman, and I'm still injured. What if he hits me?"

"..."

Silas lazily lifted his gaze, staring at Liam.

"Didn't you hear her? Get out."

"Yeah, I'm deaf."

Liam leisurely uncrossed his legs, walked over, and unapologetically popped the lid off the lunchbox. "BBQ ribs, chicken consomme, scrambled eggs, and roasted asparagus... These are indeed Silas's favorites."

He looked Vivian in the eye with a half-smile. "You certainly have a good memory."

For some reason, those eyes always made her feel as though she had nowhere to hide.

Vivian rested one hand intimately on Silas's shoulder. "Of course I do. If I don't remember his favorites, who else's would I remember? Yours? I'm not that kind of woman."

Silas gave her a long, unreadable look but didn't push her away.

Liam seemed to be smiling, but deep in his eyes, a storm was brewing.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Fine."

"I'm leaving."

He walked out.

Once the door clicked shut, the office fell into a heavy silence.

Vivian pushed the files on the desk aside to make room, arranged the food containers nicely, and handed a fork and plate to the man. "Here."

Silas didn't take them. Instead, he tapped a long finger against the desk. "No rush."

"...What?"

"Did Liam go see you last night?"

"Ah." Vivian put down the silverware, a sudden, inexplicable wave of guilt washing over her. "He came by to check on me, as your good friend."

"Is that so." The man's voice was icy.

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