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!

door, and couldn't help

been eating lately-her attitude had gotten

was the one who first talked about getting rid of the baby. Now she wanted to keep it and claimed she

really make decisions like

then, his

glanced at the

Prince Charming, how did it go tonight? Did you finally win over our dear

and replied offhandedly, "When did you start

gave a sheepish

Victor-never one to share

from Mr. Fitzgerald's tone, it didn't sound like things

Finley offered. "Why not come

Maybe my genius can help you sort

*

was one of the biggest

into the private

him with a respectful,

face remained impassive as he made his way to the plush sofa

beside him,

picked up a glass from

him a

swirling, multicolored lights, the liquor

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