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 you here,

bringing his striking, chiseled face right up to hers until their eyes met-his gaze

without waiting for permission, he pressed her delicate hand

thought flashed through her head, chilling her to the core

to pull away, but

of me," she said,

"Nope."

Her patience snapped.

but Mr. Fitzgerald-you're the

stop. Now tell me, what's

"Nothing. It's

voice was low and languid, tinged with a hint of mischief. "If

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

want to cheer me

if I don't, a certain someone will keep score in secret. Then stop answering

curled into a faintly mocking grin. It was impossible to tell

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