NovelUSAChapter 204 What are you even talking about?! Isadora was exasperated. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "I'm talking about your childhood friend!" Victor's eyes flickered. "You mean yourself?" "Victor!" Her voice rang out, crisp and melodic, edged with annoyance. Her eyes sparkled like the stars scattered across a summer night, making her delicate features even more enchanting.
Victor held her gaze, his eyes darkening with a flash of desire that smoldered just below the surface. His voice dropped, low and husky, "My hearing's just fine. But honestly, I much prefer the sounds you make in bed over you yelling atright now." Isadora deflated a little, staring at the handsman before her. She spoke seriously, "I know the way we started was... complicated. But when you're with me, I want it to be just us-no one else." With that, she pushed him aside and hurried toward the bedroom, her steps small but determined.
Victor frowned, feeling as if he'd missed something important. Watching her retreating figure-suddenly looking a little lonely-he strode after her, his presence filling the hallway. He caught up and, without warning, swept her up and set her on the dining table, bracing his arms on either side of her and pinning her in place with an intense, unreadable stare.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Isadora, has someone been bothering you?" She bit her lip. "She said she grew up with you. That you two were really close." Victor didn't have any childhood friend he acknowledged-except for Isadora herself. Not that she remembered. She'd forgotten those days: when she'd clung to her stuffed rabbit and cto him, asking if she could keep it; when she'd sneak into the hospital just to be with him every day. It had only been a month, but those were the most unforgettable days of his life.
But clearly, Isadora was talking about someone else.
A shadow crossed Victor's face as a woman's image flickered through his mind, a cold edge sharpening his gaze. Someone was getting too close for comfort.
He gently lifted Isadora's chin, his tone more earnest than she'd ever heard. "There's no one else. Only you." * The next morning, Fitzgerald Manor.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald, the young master is home!" the housekeeper called out.
Deanna, sipping tea in the living room, lit up and set her cup down. Across from her, Nannie Hayes felt her heart skip a beat and turned to look.
Victor walked in, dressed in a crisp white shirt and grey slacks, his suit jacket draped over his arm, moving with the easy confidence of someone who belonged everywhere he went.
The housekeeper helped Deanna up as she hurried over. "You rascal, you never call ahead when you chome," she scolded, giving him a thorough once-over. "You look thinner-are you working too hard again?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor handed his jacket to a waiting maid, replying offhandedly, I got skinny from all the aggravation."
Deanna bristled. Who in the world would dare aggravate her precious grandson? Then en she 0нуетх remembered no no one in the entire city could possibly get under Victor's skin. He was too headstrong, too untouchable. "Don't talk nonsense," she said, shaking her head.
Victor sprawled into an armchair, crossing his long legs, looking utterly relaxed.
He cast a cool, indifferent glance at the woman sitting nearby and snorted, "Seems like you've had plenty of company lately, Grandma."
Deanna thought he was teasing. "Well, Nannie's been dutiful, keepingcompany fortea every day-not like you! I have to beg and plead just to get you to show your face." She smiled slyly, "When you finally settle down and get married, I'll have even more company."
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