The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 392

Her face reflected in his pitch-black eyes.

"Yeah," his voice was low. "Kiss me."

"..."

This was incredibly bizarre.

But since such a rare opportunity had presented itself, Vivian certainly wasn't going to miss it. She lowered her head and captured his lips.

They smelled of the same body wash. In the tangled intimacy of their breaths, even their body heat transferred between them.

The kiss didn't last long, but to Vivian, it was unprecedentedly thrilling.

She couldn't read him.

It was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words... but overall, it didn't sit well with her.

Grabbing a handful of his shirt over his chest, she lay down beside him and murmured, "Why are you indulging me so much today?"

The man kept his eyes closed. "You've gone to such great lengths. It wouldn't be right to let you work so hard all the time."

Was Silas Sterling the type to be considerate of others?

No.

Vivian gave a muffled hum and didn't say anything else.

Though her mouth was quiet, her hands were not. She slowly trailed her fingers down his chest, feeling the gauze of his bandage before shifting her touch to a firmer, more sensitive peak.

Silas's breathing hitched, but he didn't stop her.

Vivian turned on her side, pressing flush against him as she slowly hooked her leg up his calf.

It sent a tingling sensation through him, teasing his heart until it ached with want.

She breathed warmly against his ear. "Silas, are you going to be able to sleep?"

"If you stop annoying me, why wouldn't I be able to sleep?"

"But I don't want to sleep."

The muscles in Silas's jaw tightened. He opened his eyes, a heavy mist swirling within them.

"Vivian."

"Hmm?"

"Look up."

"Say one more ridiculous thing and I'll throw you out of bed."

"...My lips are sealed."

The moment he took the initiative, Vivian turned into a docile kitten, leaning obediently against his side without uttering another word.

Twenty or thirty minutes passed. Her steady breaths fanned rhythmically against the same spot, and even through the thin fabric, that patch of skin felt like it was on fire.

Silas looked down at the woman's sleeping face. Sure enough, she was much more endearing when she was quiet.

His profound gaze lingered on her face for a long time before he shifted his stare to the ceiling.

His shoulder was injured, and the other side was weighed down by her, meaning any movement would pull at his wound.

Waves of pain pulsed through him, and Silas let out a heavy exhale.

When Vivian woke up just before eight o'clock, there was no sign of the man beside her. It wasn't until she went downstairs that Martha told her the boss had an emergency at the company and had left without eating breakfast.

He hadn't eaten yesterday, and he wasn't eating today.

Company business?

More like he was deliberately hiding from her.