Chapter 316

Isadora was in a foul mood.

Seriously, what danger could possibly lurk in the couple hundred yards between the apartment complex gate and her front door?

She ignored Victor, striding ahead on her own.

Hands shoved in his pockets, Victor followed at an unhurried pace, watching the hem of her dress flick up in a neat little arc with every step.

They reached her door.

Isadora quickly fished out her keys, unlocked the door, and braced herself in the doorway, blocking his entry.

"We're home now. You can go."

Victor lifted his gaze lazily, his eyes settling on her hand clenched tight against the door-guarded, as if she expected trouble. He gave a cold, mocking smile.

"What's the matter? Is someone inside you don't want me to see?"

It hit Isadora, just then, that everything she'd said to him tonight-all the serious, heartfelt words—had been for nothing.

He hadn't listened to a single word.

Her face hardened. "Victor, let me say this one more time. The baby is *mine*. I'll raise it on my own."

With that, she slammed the door in his face.

Bang!

at the closed smart door, and couldn't help but let out

wondered what on earth this woman had been eating lately-her attitude had gotten sharper,

of the baby. Now she wanted

decisions like this

his phone

glanced at the

the other end, Finley's voice came through, light and teasing. "Hey, Prince Charming, how did it go tonight? Did you

and replied offhandedly, "When did you start

a sheepish

Victor-never one to

didn't sound like

gathering going on," Finley offered. "Why

can help you sort

*

Bar was one of the biggest hotspots in

the private lounge,

him with a

as he made his way to the plush sofa at the

nearby, jerked his chin at the women beside him, silently encouraging them to

up a

immediately poured him a generous measure of

the swirling, multicolored lights, the liquor glowed

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