Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 592

Vivienne waved her hand dismissively and buried her face in the pillow. "So annoying. Can't a girl get some sleep?"

Remembering Cyril's instructions, Moira decided to try again. But the girl on the bed wriggled around like a slippery eel, making it impossible to get a grip on the zipper. After wrestling with her for a while, Moira was the one who ended up breaking a sweat.

Left with no other choice, Moira gave up. She picked up a fallen pillow from the floor, placed it on the bed, and walked out of the bedroom.

Once the door clicked shut and the room fell back into quiet darkness.

The person on the bed snapped her eyes open. She unzipped her jacket, shimmied a little, and kicked off the piglet onesie like a snake shedding its skin.

Vivienne sat up on her knees, crossing her arms over her chest. The thin pink straps slipped down her shoulders, the delicate fabric of her nightgown clinging to her stunning curves. The hem of her skirt had ridden dangerously high up her thighs due to her kneeling posture, accentuating a jaw-dropping silhouette that left nothing to the imagination.

She had actually woken up the moment the system reported a spike in her heart-rate value.

When Cyril was staring at her, a hundred different thoughts raced through her mind. In the end, her choices were narrowed down to two: ignore him or seduce him.

Unable to decide, she had pretended to fall off the table, hoping to kick him away.

But the jerk actually grabbed her ankle!

His palm was so hot she felt like she was burning up.

What was Cyril trying to do?

Just as she was about to spring up and fight back, Cyril suddenly cupped her face and called her name.

That one call snapped all the intelligence back into her brain.

She couldn't wake up!

Cyril was treating her delicately because he thought she was oblivious, meaning he still had reservations. If he found out she knew about his feelings and was playing him, he would definitely kill her.

In her past life, she had tried every trick in the book, yet Alaric hadn't given her a second glance. It proved that men didn't like women who threw themselves at them. She couldn't repeat that mistake.

The unattainable was always the most desirable. She couldn't just hand over that final one percent; she had to bait him.

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