Chapter 305

Isadora's heart skipped a beat, catching her off guard.

She fixed her gaze on Victor, lips quirking in a wry smile. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you must have forgotten what we are to each other if you're still in the mood to joke

around."

Victor's dark eyes locked onto her from a few paces away.

She stood quietly, eyes lowered, long lashes casting shadows that hid whatever emotion flickered beneath. Only the tight set of her lips betrayed her tension.

Victor flicked his cigarette to the ground. The tip of his expensive Italian shoes twisted over the embers, grinding them out with a sharp, red smear.

He strode toward Isadora, every step radiating entitlement and self-assurance, his gaze so intense it felt like drowning.

"Isadora, why don't you come back to me?"

You don't have to love me. Just stay by my side.

His voice was deep and hypnotic, the kind of smoky tone that could seduce anyone into believing anything-almost unreal in its effect.

Isadora's lashes fluttered, and she parted her lips as if to answer.

Just then, the sound of a man talking to a waiter drifted over from down the hall.

you check the restroom to see

saw Terrell and snapped out

you may be a master at playing games, but this is one I'm not willing to

she

out, his hand closing around her

"Who is he?"

the commotion, Terrell glanced over from the

Victor's grip. "It's

to Terrell. "What are you

were gone a while. I was

stare at her back. It made her skin prickle-she

"Let's go," she said.

nodded, but not before casting a thoughtful glance at Victor, who stood at a distance, exuding the kind of authority that could silence a room. Their eyes met for a

back to the table

of warm

just exhausted from

night. You should get

the table. "But you

Miss Vaughan

The Fitzgerald Estate

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