NovelUSAChapter 226 Victor gazed at the woman nestled in his arms, her delicate charm so irresistible that, for once, he felt like teasing her. His voice, softer and lazier than usual, held a hint of a smile as he murmured, "I'm sorry, my little princess." Isadora seized the moment, her slender finger poking his chest as she put on an exaggeratedly wounded pout. "You're always so mean to me..." Victor's dark eyes softened, her reflection shimmering in their depths. The corners of his mouth quirked up. "Alright, I admit it. I was wrong." "And?" She pressed.
"And..." Victor started, but before he could finish, Isadora let her thoughts drift, resting her head on his chest. Within moments, she had dozed off.
Victor chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. He pressed his chin gently to the top of her head, his voice low and certain. "And, Isadora, I love you." * The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft stripes across the room.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of a cellphone alarm shattered the peaceful hush.
Hungover, Isadora felt drained and foggy, her mind still swimming somewhere between dreams and waking. Too tired to care, she reached blindly for her phone on the nightstand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore she could grab it, a strong arm reached across her and silenced the alarm.
It took Isadora several seconds to process what was happening. Slowly, she opened her bleary eyes, only to find herself face-to-face with the sharp line of a man's jaw.
Her gaze traveled upward-Victor's eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, his sleeping face as annoyingly handsas ever.
Only then did she realize she had been clinging tightly to his bare, muscular torso. That woke her right up. She bolted upright in bed, last night's memories coming back only in hazy fragments. She remembered drinking-a lot -and then... nothing.
"You-what are we-how did this happen?" she stammered.
Victor, still half asleep, rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, ignoring her.
His broad back, tanned skin, and loose pajama pants only added to his lazy, unbothered aura-tempting and infuriating all at once.
Isadora nudged his arm. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Victor groaned, clearly annoyed. "This is my house, remember?" She pressed, "Did you... did you do anything to me?" He cracked one eye open, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Do you really think I'm that desperate?" He rolled over, fixing her with a dark stare. "But since you bring it up, why don't you ask yourself? How's your 'drunk personality' these days?" He gestured to his chest, where faint red scratches traced his skin. "Care to explain these?" Isadora looked away, guilt flickering in her eyes. "I... I was drunk," she mumbled, as if that excused everything.
She peeked up at him, voice small. "I didn't say anything stupid, did I?" Victor's deep voice was tinged with amusement. "Maybe you should answer that yourself." How could she know? She'd been wasted. Whatever-better not to think about it.
With that, Isadora tossed back the covers, determined to make a quick escape to the bathroom.
Behind her, Victor's teasing voice called out, "You toldI'm the most handsman in the world, that meetingwas your lucky break. And you even promised to be good from now on." She froze in the doorway, her ears burning red first thing in the morning.
Isadora spun around to glare at him. "Victor, you're making that up!" Without waiting for his reply, she darted into the bathroom.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA while later, she emerged from the walk-in closet in a crisp shirt-dress, glancing at Victor, who was lounging on the bed, texting someone on his phone.
Sboss, different fates, she thought bitterly. Why did she have to drag herself to work on time, while he got to lounge around all morning? Oh, right-she was just a small-tboss.
Victor glanced up at her, eyes lazy but sharp. "Next time, don't go drinking like that again." Isadora frowned. "I can do what I want, can't I?"
Victor tossed his phone aside, letting out a short laugh.
Vaughan whaten tell me, Miss exactly were you drinking for last night?"
"Does anyone need a reason to drink?" she shot back, glancing at the clock. She didn't have tto argue. "I'm heading to work," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.
Just as she reached the door, Victor's deep, almost absentminded voice! followed her. "Three months, Isadora. Then you're free."
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