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.

I won't touch you here,

face right up

waiting for permission, he pressed

hand touched his childhood sweetheart, too? The thought flashed through her head, chilling her to the core like a bucket of cold

pull away, but

go of me," she

"Nope."

Her patience snapped.

fickle, but Mr. Fitzgerald-you're the

I'll stop. Now tell me, what's really going

closed off. "Nothing. It's none

with a hint of mischief. "If you

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

want

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

mocking grin. It was impossible to tell if he was truly frustrated or just being his

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