EuropeNovelChapter 163 After Victor finished speaking, he leaned in, pressing Isadora down beneath him. His lips found the delicate curve of her neck, grazing and teasing her skin with slow, lingering kisses.
Isadora's hands clenched tightly, her breath growing heavier by the second.
Victor's mouth traced a path upward from her throat, finally pausing at the soft lobe of her ear.
A feverish heat swept through Isadora, setting every nerve ending ablaze; shivers raced through her veins, straight to her heart. Her limbs felt weak, but she bit down on her lip, determined not to make a sound.
Victor eventually pulled back, bracing himself on one arm at the edge of the bed. His gaze was cool and piercing, as if he could see straight through her.
His voice was low and husky, tinged with an unreadable edge. "With that look on your face, I almost feel like I'm forcing you." For a long, charged moment, Victor's desire slowly faded from his eyes. He straightened, rising from the bed in one fluid motion.
He stood over her, bare-chested, with his dress pants hanging loosely from his hips. From above, his expression was impossible to read.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs his strong presence withdrew, Isadora's heart gradually steadied. She looked up, only to be caught off guard by Victor's dangerously cold stare.
Isadora sat up as well, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we could both use spersonal space, now and then." Victor stared at her in silence, his eyes dark, like leaves swirling after a winter storm. Suddenly, the room felt stifling, the stark white light glaring and oppressive.
Victor's lips twisted into a cold, humorless smile. "Fine." He pulled on his shirt, took a long stride toward the door, and left without another word.
She heard the door close.
Isadora wrapped her arms around her knees, sitting motionless on the bed.
* For days, Victor didn't call or text her.
Isadora stayed home, pouring herself into her art-sketching out one interior design after another as inspiration struck.
One afternoon, her phone rang in the living room.
She answered.
"Darling! The opening for M Boutique is tonight-I'm the face of the brand this year. I saw your non the guest list. Are you coming?" It was Nanette. Ever since she'd released that recording online, the truth had cout everyone finally realized Halley had been the one cheating.
The whole narrative flipped in an instant. Nanette, once painted as the villain, was vindicated and beca public favorite overnight.
Her popularity soared, even outpacing what it had been before. Brands and TV producers who had dropped her now scrambled to win her back, eager to repair their relationships.
Hearing Nanette's voice jogged Isadora's memory. Her assistant, Janet, had sent her the M Boutique invitation a few days before.
"I got the invite, but I don't think I'll go." Nanette sounded concerned. "Why not? Are you okay, Isa? Something's off with you lately. Has something happened?" "It's nothing, you're overthinking it." "I asked you before how you got that recording, and you never answered. Isadora, don't makeworry about you." Isadora, afraid Nanette would keep prying, quickly changed the subject. "Alright, superstar, I'll go-just to see how gorgeous you look as the new face of the brand." After hanging up, Isadora slipped into a simple gray one-shoulder dress, ready to head out.
Just as she finished getting dressed, the doorbell rang.
She wondered if Nanette had sent someone to pick her up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut when she opened the door, it was her mother, Eleanor, standing there.
Eleanor looked tired, shadows under her eyes, but when she saw Isadora, her face lit up.
"Isadora, you haven't answered my texts or calls for s for days was om worried so I cto check on you." Isadora's pale face turned cold in an instant.
"Well, here I am. Satisfied?" "I heard from your father you haven't been to the office recently." "If that's why you're here, you can leave now." She started to close the door, but Eleanor grabbed her arm, her voice pleading. "I just wanted to say-I hope you can forgive me." Isadora actually felt like laughing.
She turned, staring deeply at Eleanor. "Forgive you? Forgive you for what, exactly?"
"Forgivefor returning to the Vaughan family and acting like Lonly hoply had one daughter Peak Forgive you for always being biased, for never treatingas your own. Is that what you want?" A flush of guilt washed over Eleanor's face.
"Please, just givea chance to make things right. Let's put the past behind us start over, just the two of us." Isadora looked at her for a long time, her expression unreadable.
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