Chapter 297

Isadora couldn't help but raise her voice in protest.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you're the one who bought all this stuff!"

Victor let out a low, dismissive chuckle. "It was pretty expensive. Make sure you leave me the bill."

"Victor!" Isadora called his name, exasperation slipping into her tone.

She stood up, jaw clenched.

"Fine. I'll go pack it up myself, and we'll settle up later."

She hung up.

Isadora pulled off her pajamas and changed into a plain white tee and a pair of jeans, tossing a mid-length brown coat over her shoulders a look that was crisp and no-nonsense.

She hailed a cab and headed straight for Summit Crest Estates.

Half an hour later,

She stepped out of the taxi and took the elevator up to the 66th floor.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open.

Isadora walked out slowly.

Every chandelier in the living room blazed with warm, golden light.

Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights shimmered

stars, their reflections dancing across

was empty. The penthouse was so vast, it felt

stood at

moment, the sound of heavy

Step by step-

broad-shouldered man emerge from one

as he'd been at The Fitzgerald

hand-tailored Italian black

the setting had

own home, the sharp severity he'd worn all day had faded. In

walked straight

of whiskey from the shelf, uncorked it, and poured himself

it back in one swift motion, the sound of his throat working strangely alluring in the quiet room.

silence, she spoke

to collect

Victor's lips. "What,

bit back a

"Right. Sorry to intrude."

she stepped

exactly as she'd left it

devoid of any sign of life, still bore traces

she'd actually lived here with Victor for

off the thought, Isadora headed to the storage room and

the living room to the bedroom, tossing in anything

her from where he stood, expression unreadable,

packed with brisk efficiency, showing not

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