Chapter 203

Isadora blinked, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"And what makes you think I'm upset?"

Victor stood up slowly, his imposing frame casting 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, tell me—who 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.

Victor 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?"

lips pursed. "Just don't touch

I won't touch you here, you

bringing his striking, chiseled face right up to hers until

without waiting for permission, he pressed her delicate

too? The thought flashed through

to pull away, but

of me,"

"Nope."

Her patience snapped.

call me fickle, but Mr. Fitzgerald-you're the one

I'll stop. Now tell me,

off. "Nothing. It's none of

hint of mischief. "If you won't

every detail the thick lashes, the blade-like shape of his eyes, the way the corners tilted up just so. His

even want to cheer

keep score in secret. Then stop answering my calls, disappear for days, protest in

into a faintly mocking grin. It was impossible to tell if he was truly frustrated or just being

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