The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 406

Reflected in Vivian's clear eyes, Liam Ziegler leaped down from the balcony with effortless grace. He brushed off his hands, looked up at her, and flashed a lazy smirk.

"..."

Vivian yanked the door open. "Are you an actual psycho?"

"So I came to see if you had any medication for it."

"..."

Since he was already up here, she couldn't exactly throw him back down. She rolled her eyes. "Spit it out. What do you want? I'm going to bed."

"You really hate seeing me that much?"

His gaze deepened with a playful, predatory edge as he stepped closer. "Didn't you say you'd give me a chance to get in line?"

"And are you standing in line like a normal person?"

Scaling her balcony!

That was a blatant foul!

Vivian scoffed. "Besides, I don't need any man other than Silas. I told you, even if we did something, you'd only be putting on a show to make him jealous."

She stared at Liam, her gaze unfathomable.

"Actually falling for me? Not allowed."

"..."

The smirk on Liam's face slowly dissolved, replaced by a lingering gloom, like a clear blue sky suddenly eclipsed by storm clouds.

The room was dead silent. The warm light from inside spilled out onto the balcony, casting an inexplicably tense atmosphere over them.

"Fine."

The word was practically ground out between his teeth.

Liam brushed past her and walked straight into the bedroom.

This was the master suite. Casual guests didn't just waltz into someone else's bedroom. He had never been in here before, and realistically, he would never have the chance to return.

Driven by an impulsive whim today, he stared at the massive king-sized bed, overwhelmed by a sudden... indescribable complexity.

The room's decor and the bedding were entirely Silas's style. The only outlier was a ridiculously ugly teddy bear perched on the mattress.

The covers on one side were thrown back—that was where she slept.

The other side was surprisingly cluttered.

The couch was piled with small plushies, a fuzzy throw blanket, and a few books.

Vivian eyed him suspiciously for a moment. This man was completely unpredictable; she had no idea what was running through his head.

Still, she walked over, keeping a safe distance as she sat down.

"Speak."

"Harrison Fowler has been moved to a regular ward. His father is still in custody. He's going to pin this entire mess on you."

"..." Did he really need to say that?

Harrison wouldn't dare retaliate against Silas.

No matter the outcome, Harrison was guaranteed to blame her for everything. Factor in Grace fanning the flames from the sidelines...

The backlash would only grow exponentially.

"I know."

Vivian looked unamused. "You scaled a married woman's balcony in the middle of the night just to tell me that?"

"A young lady," Liam corrected.

Before Vivian could even formulate a response, he lunged forward. With his long limbs and sheer speed, she didn't even have a second to react.