Chapter 384

Isadora's eyes shimmered an unexpected wave of heartache stung behind her lashes.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to swallow the ache.

Victor stepped closer, reaching out his hand, long fingers tense and uncertain.

Instinctively, Isadora took a step back.

She nearly bumped into Terrell, who was standing right behind her.

That single step backward made it look as if she was about to fall into Terrell's arms.

Victor caught the movement; his eyes darkened, a sharp pang of jealousy flickering beneath the surface.

Terrell quickly regained his composure and stepped forward, shielding Isadora with his body.

"Victor, now you show up? Isn't it a little late for that?"

Victor lifted his gaze to the man in front of him, his expression cold and unyielding. He spat out a single word: "Leave."

Even Terrell, who'd seen his share of drama, was momentarily startled by Victor's ruthless glare.

The air around Victor seemed charged with anger, his presence radiating a domineering authority.

Isadora clenched her hands so tightly her nails dug into her palms, the sting of pain cutting through her confusion and bringing her back to herself.

She looked at Terrell and spoke, her voice low and hoarse, "Mr. Fawcett, didn't you say you'd drive me home? Let's go."

Terrell's tone softened. "Of course."

button on her key fob, unlocking her red

get in, Victor strode forward and shoved Terrell

a loud slam as Victor forcefully closed the car

icy light. His voice, usually so composed, was now tinged with pleading. "Come

avoiding his gaze.

tightened painfully, his expression shifting from hope to anguish. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple

out before a sudden cough racked

frowned, stepping

enough for one day. Stop making

eyes narrowed, cold and cutting. "She's my

had never met anyone so

reached out and shoved Victor, yanking him

his

stumbling back several steps.

from his face

him alarmingly pale.

the distance, Kemp watched the scene unfold, nerves on

shoulder still had

fresh

ife wound-barely

and now

likely torn opens

that rough shove.

MS

was wearing black, so the blood wouldn't

no hiding how

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