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?"

pursed. "Just don't touch

alright. I'll be generous. I won't touch you here, you

bent closer, bringing his striking, chiseled face right up to hers until their eyes

permission, he pressed her

childhood sweetheart, too? The thought flashed through her head, chilling her to the

pull away, but his

of me," she

"Nope."

Her patience snapped.

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

"Alright, I'll stop. Now

off. "Nothing. It's none

with a hint of mischief. "If you won't talk, how am I

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

even want to cheer

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

faintly mocking grin. It was impossible to tell if

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