Chapter 118: NEW VIVIAN IS A MESS

VIVIAN

"The table was perfectly level!"

"Then the figurine must have been defective."

Beeny’s mouth fell open.

Vivian nodded firmly. "Yes. That’s the only reasonable explanation."

She turned away. Then she picked up a cushion and threw it onto the bed.

It landed awkwardly.

She picked it up again and tossed it harder.

The cushion struck a decorative lamp.

The lamp toppled.

CRASH! Vivian stared at the wreckage.

Beeny’s expression became terrifying.

"VIVIAN!"

Vivian jumped.

"What?"

"What are you doing? Why are you like this!! Always destroying things like a kid. Are you stupid!! Don’t you have common sense!! How did you live before? Don’t tell me you were living like this? Right now living with you reduces my IQ!!"

Vivian glanced around the room.

Then she shrugged. "You are so rude!!?"

"YOU’RE DESTROYING EVERYTHING!"

Vivian frowned. "Don’t exaggerate. I only broke two things."

"THREE!"

Vivian looked toward the door. "Oh."

She smiled sheepishly. "Well, perhaps I should stop touching things."

Beeny looked as though she was seconds away from committing murder.

"Perhaps?"

Vivian quickly raised both hands. "All right! I’ll stop!"

She took a step backward.

Her heel caught the edge of a small table.

The table shifted.

A glass ornament rolled off.

Vivian’s eyes widened.

Beeny screamed.

"NO!"

CRASH!

The ornament shattered.

Silence. Vivian stared at the broken glass.

Then she slowly lifted her head.

Beeny stood before her, breathing heavily.

Her expression had gone beyond anger.

It had entered an entirely new territory.

Vivian swallowed. "That..."

She paused. "That was unfortunate. It was mearnt to happen nothing could.stop it."

Beeny’s hands trembled.

Then, in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper, she said, "I am going to kill you."

Vivian’s eyes widened. "Wait! You can’t kill me! I am sharing a body with your Vivian. You should be pampering me. What if i use a knife and draw on her face

"YOU WON’T DARE IT!!. You think I don’t know you love beauty? Will you be happy living with a ruined face? I am sure you would rather die than be disfigured."

Vivian immediately turned and ran toward the bed.

She grabbed a pillow and held it in front of herself like a shield. "Stay away from me!! Else...else.. I. ..I.....wi...." her eyes darted around. "I will kill Vivian!!"

Beeny advanced.

"Put the pillow down."

"No!"

"Vivian."

"You’re frightening me!"

"Okay I won’t. Just leave here and call the Robot to clean."

Vivian screamed. Beeny screamed louder.

And a soft knock sounded against the door. It was very soft and delicate.

Both women froze. A masculine voice followed. "Vivian? Is everything all right in there? I am hearing some unpleasant noise."

Beeny’s face drained of colour.

She immediately turned toward Vivian.

"Don’t you dare say anything stupid."

Vivian blinked. "What?"

"Do not embarrass Vivian.."

Before Vivian could respond, Beeny vanished into the depths of her consciousness.

The room fell silent.

Vivian lowered the pillow.

She looked at the broken ornaments scattered across the floor.

Then she smiled.

Slowly. A mischievous smile spread across her face.

"So..."

She glanced toward the door.

"She’s afraid of that cripple?"

Vivian’s smile widened. "Oh, this is going to be interesting."

Another knock sounded.

"Vivian?"

Vega’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable note of concern beneath it.

"May I come in?"

Vivian glanced down at her clothes.

She was still wearing the dress she had put on earlier, but after all the jumping, rolling, and general destruction, it had become slightly dishevelled.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Then she smiled.

Time to make a better impression.

She hurried toward the wardrobe and examined the clothes hanging inside.

She opened the box and screamed. "Where are my pretty dresses? What are this ugly dresses?. So stupid of her to get more trousers instead of dresses. What are this poor wrenched clothes!!. I CANT do this!!"

Her eyes landed on a beautiful, figure-hugging gown.

It was elegant, revealing without being excessively so, and perfectly suited to someone who wanted to look attractive.

Vivian changed into it.

She brushed her hair, allowing it to fall in soft waves over her shoulders.

Then she studied her reflection.

She tilted her head to one side.

Not quite right. She adjusted her hair. She placed one hand on her waist and turned slightly.

Excellent.

Vivian had always believed that a woman should understand the value of her appearance.

Beauty was an advantage.

And she intended to use every advantage available to her.

Especially when it came to a man like Vega.

She approached the door and placed her hand on the handle.

Then she paused.

A soft smile curved her lips.

Let’s see how long that cold expression lasts.

She opened the door.

Vega sat in his wheelchair outside, with his Doctor standing beside him.

His expression was composed, but his eyes immediately swept over Vivian’s appearance.

For a brief moment, he said nothing.

Vivian leaned against the doorframe.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and lowered her gaze shyly.

"I’m sorry," she said in a soft, almost musical voice. "I was taking a bath."

She glanced up at him through her lashes.

"Did I keep you waiting?"

Vega stared at her. The Doctor adjusted his glasses.

Neither man answered immediately.

Vivian shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Then she leaned against the doorframe from a slightly different angle.She was trying her best to stand beautifully.

"Is something wrong?"

Vega’s brows drew together.

"Vivian."

She smiled.

"Yes?"

"Why are you standing like that? Your legs hurt?"

Her smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

"You’re leaning against the doorframe as though you’re posing for a photograph."

Vivian froze. The Doctor suddenly became very interested in the tablet in his hands.

Vivian straightened. "I wasn’t posing!"

Vega raised an eyebrow. "Okay if you say so."

She hurriedly changed her position.

Then, realizing that she might have overcorrected, she placed one hand on her hip.

Vega stared at her hands. Vivian dropped them with shame.

Doctor Alex cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should get to the examination."

Vivian’s head snapped toward him.

"Examination?"

Vega nodded.

"Yes. I asked Alex to come and check on you."

Vivian’s smile disappeared. "Check on me?"

"You’re injured."

She looked down at herself.

Then back at him. "I’m perfectly fine!"

Vega’s expression remained unchanged. "That isn’t what I asked."

Vivian blinked. "What?"

"I said the doctor is here to examine you."

Her eyes widened, she screamed. "WHAT? Why?"

The word exploded from her mouth.

The doctor Alex flinched. Vega’s eyebrows rose. She really isn’t okay!! Her voice became loud like an uncivilised Female. Where is her soft feminine voice? Who is this uncultured Rat?

Vivian stared at both men as though they had just announced that she was about to be executed.

"Why do I need a doctor?"

Vega looked at her calmly. Trying to hold his anger. "Because you were injured."

"But I’m fine!"

"That remains to be determined."

Vivian took a step backward.

Doctor Alex glanced at Vega. His eyes said. "Do I have to do this?" Vega nodded. "Its your job."

Their eyes movement wasn’t noticed by Vivian. She just doesn’t want to get checked.

Alex said aloud. "Perhaps we should allow her to sit down first."

"No!" Vivian exclaimed.

Both men looked at her. She swallowed.

Then she forced a smile.

"I mean... there’s no need to trouble the doctor. I feel perfectly healthy. Wonderful, actually. I’ve never felt better! I feel so good that I can jump into the sea right now and become a mermaid."

She burst out laughing. But no one laughed. They all stared blankly. She was embarrassed at her own jokes.

Vega studied her.

"You absolutely need to be check.! You are my personal soldier. Your health and well being are part of my responsibilities."

Vivian smiled and blushed. "I know I am your responsibility."

"Then you won’t mind a simple examination."

Vivian’s smile froze. The Doctor took a step forward.

"Miss Vivian, I assure you that it won’t take long."

She stared at the doctor. Then at Vega. Then back at the doctor.

Her fingers curled around the edge of the door.

Beeny!

She desperately called into her consciousness.

BEENY!

There was no answer. You useless Bug!! Come out here!

Still nothing.

Vivian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

You’re the one who keeps telling me to behave myself! Now help me!

Deep inside her consciousness, Beeny remained silent.

She had no intention of rescuing Vivian from a problem of her own making.

Vega noticed the strange expression crossing Vivian’s face. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Vivian immediately shook her head. "No!"

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you’ve just seen a ghost."

Vivian laughed nervously. "A ghost? Don’t be ridiculous! We are in the Interstellar world, not a book novel."

She forced herself to smile.

"What is an interstellar world?" Vega asked with raised brows..

Vivian almost melted. "It’s a slang I heard somewhere." She placed a hand on her forehead "I think i am having a headache."

Then she slowly stepped aside. "Please, come in."

Vega watched her for another moment before moving forward.

Doctor Alex followed him into the room.

The instant Vivian closed the door, her gaze drifted toward the broken ornaments scattered across the floor.

Her smile vanished. Oh, no.

She had forgotten about the mess.

Vega followed her gaze. His eyes settled on the shattered glass.

Then he looked at the overturned lamp.

Then the broken figurine.

Finally, he turned toward Vivian.

A long silence followed. Vivian swallowed.

Vega’s voice was deceptively calm. "Vivian."

She smiled weakly. "Yes?"

"Would you like to explain what happened to my room?"

Vivian stared at him. Then she glanced at the broken objects.

Then back at him.

And with the confidence of a woman who had absolutely no intention of accepting responsibility, she answered: "Your room?"

Vega’s eyes narrowed.

Vivian pressed a hand against her chest. "I thought this was my room!"

Doctor Alex slowly lowered his tablet.

Vega stared at her. For the first time since meeting her, he looked genuinely speechless.

And Vivian, despite everything, smiled like nothing was wrong with her Brain.