NovelUSAChapter 203 Isadora blinked, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
"And what makes you think I'm upset?" Victor stood up slowly, his imposing frcasting an invisible weight over the room.
He fixed her with those dark, fathomless eyes-depths as endless as a midnight sky.
He tapped a finger lightly against his chest. "Right here. I can see it clear as day." "So, tellwho dared upset my little piglet? I'll have a word with them." Isadora dropped her gaze, avoiding the heat in his stare. She stayed silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor reached out and pinched her cheek, her skin pale as porcelain and impossibly soft, smooth as silk beneath his fingers.
"Victor!" Isadora's thoughts tangled, and she pushed his hand away. "Stop grabbing at me." He arched a brow, a playful smile teasing his lips. "Oh? It was fine yesterday, but not today? My, aren't you fickle, princess?" She huffed, lips pursed. "Just don't touch me." "Alright, alright. I'll be generous. I won't touch you here, you can touchinstead." He bent closer, bringing his striking, chiseled face right up to hers until their eyes met-his gaze unwavering, intense.
Then, without waiting for permission, he pressed her delicate hand against his cheek.
Isadora's mind raced. Had this hand touched his childhood sweetheart, too? The thought flashed through her head, chilling her to the core like a bucket of cold water.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.
"Let go of me," she said, frowning.
"Nope." Her patience snapped.
"You callfickle, but Mr. Fitzgerald-you're the one who's impossibly stubborn." Victor's eyelids drooped lazily. "Alright, I'll stop. Now tell me, what's really going on?" Isadora's face closed off. "Nothing. It's none of your business." "Princess." Victor's voice was low and languid, tinged with a hint of mischief. "If you won't talk, how am I supposed to cheer you up?" She turned away a little, her sharp, dark eyes locking with his. At this close range, she could see every detail the thick lashes, the blade-like shape of his eyes, the way the corners tilted up just so. His irises were black as obsidian, flecked with light, and in that glimmer, she could see her own reflection.
"Why do you even want to cheerup?" "Because if I don't, a certain someone will keep score in secret. Then stop answering my calls, disappear for days, protest in every way imaginable." Victor's lips curled into a faintly mocking grin. It was impossible to tell if he was truly frustrated or just being his usual charming self.
She could never win an argument with him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Victor was in a bad mood, he could drive anyone mad. But when he cared, he made it impossible to resist getting swept up in it.
Isadora's chest ached with a bittersweet sting-not quite painful, but enough to make her feet raw inside. Sometimes she wanted to cry, sometimes she just felt helpless and small. She felt like an outsider, watching herself from a distance, powerless to do anything.
Her lips pressed together in stubborn resolve. After a moment, she lifted her chin and said, "Maybe you could try not running off to flirt with someone else and then coming back to toy with me." "Someone else?" Victor's sharp eyes narrowed.
He actually paused to think. The only person who'd been close to him these past few days-aside from her-was a man.
"Ah, so Piggy Vaughan is this possessive, huh? Jealous of mem too? Alright, tomorrow I'll have Kemp put on unpaid leave. Can't have anyone upsetting you, can I?"
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