Chapter 482

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Victor dropped two large grocery bags onto the dining table and began unpacking them. Inside, there was a colorful array of fresh ingredients-packs of quality steak, free-range chicken, king prawns from the North Sea, and other protein-rich foods.

He sorted through the groceries, storing some in the freezer for later. The ingredients for dinner-fresh cod, sea cucumber, and a box of nourishing bird's nest to simmer for Isadora-he set aside on the counter.

Isadora looked up from her book, watching Victor's tall, lean figure disappear into the kitchen. He moved with the practiced ease of someone at home in the kitchen: flicking on the stove, setting the pan to heat, every motion calm and efficient.

Even here, sleeves rolled up and knife in hand, Victor's quiet elegance was impossible to miss.

While cooking, Victor called Finley.

Finley was driving, stuck in evening traffic. Tonight, Nanette had a late-night

shoot, and he was planning to surprise her. The backseat was loaded with takeout and a bouquet of roses.

"Hey, Prince-what's up?"

meeting was a huge success today.

straight to the point, briefly explaining the

you know. There's a saying-fight at night, make

interested in patching things up in bed. He didn't want any lingering doubts

his right hand, he brought the knife down, slicing

sharp thud on the line, his surgeon's hands instinctively tightening on the wheel. He'd never wielded a knife with that much

"What are you

"Cooking."

board meeting was over; Victor would be proposing in a few

just tell her

eyes; hadn't he said

pressed on, "Say it every day-morning, noon, and night. She'll melt. Trust me.

the sound of Victor hanging

Uh?

Every woman he'd dated always asked if he loved her over and over, until he was sick of it. Come to think of it, Nanette had never asked him that. Why not? He didn't like clingy women, but

He was supposed to be solving

his own.

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