The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 6

Over the next few days of her recovery, Jonah finally remembered his actual job description, staying by her side and tending to her around the clock.

But Vivian remained entirely indifferent. No matter what he said or did, she barely offered a reaction.

"Vivian," Jonah sighed, a hint of genuine frustration in his eyes.

"Tell me exactly what I have to do for you to forgive me."

Honestly...

If Vivian hadn't already uncovered his true motives, his gentle coaxing would have easily won her back over.

But unfortunately for him...

Falling for someone could happen in a single heartbeat.

Falling out of love was just as simple.

Looking at Jonah now was no different than looking at a walking punchline.

The joke was on him, but it was on her, too.

Staring at the face she once adored, Vivian replied evenly, "It's not impossible for me to forgive you."

"The food here has been way too bland lately. I'm craving the roast chicken from that spot in the Southside. Go buy it for me, and I'll stop being mad at you."

It was a famously exclusive restaurant in Southampton, and even with an advance reservation, they only held orders for exactly one hour.

To make matters worse, driving there from the Fairchild estate would take well over an hour.

If he left too early, he'd miss the window. Too late, and it would be gone.

Jonah's face darkened slightly, but he didn't refuse.

"Alright. Wait for me."

As soon as he grabbed his coat and left, Vivian called the housekeeper over and instructed her to delay dinner by an hour.

The housekeeper looked confused. "But Dr. Granger just told me... we didn't need to prepare dinner tonight."

"He stepped out. I still need to eat."

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