EuropeNovelChapter 170 Isadora didn't have tto look away.
She'd walked right into his gaze, catching the full weight of it before she could prepare herself.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She quickly turned her head, like a student caught daydreaming in class, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
How could this man be so perceptive, even with his eyes closed? Isadora pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stare straight ahead.
Victor, meanwhile, noticed the delicate blush that spread across her pale cheeks, even the tips of her ears turning rosy.
He couldn't resist; his hand reached out, gently pinching her enticing earlobe.
A jolt ran through Isadora at his touch, leaving her ear tingling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did you need something from me?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Victor fixed her with a smoldering look, his voice dropping to that deliberately wicked tone he seemed to enjoy. "Ckeepcompany in bed." Isadora's face flushed a deep crimson.
Unbelievable. The man was incorrigible! She instinctively pressed her knees together, her voice shaking despite her best efforts. "Here? People are coming and going. I really don't think... it's appropriate." "What's wrong with here?" Victor's lips curled into a mischievous grin. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "Didn't you just say you'd do whatever I asked?" Isadora pressed herself against the car door, her hand against his chest, trying to put sdistance between them. "Don't... don't mess around." Victor chuckled softly. "Scaredy-cat." With that, he stretched out and lay down, resting his head on Isadora's lap, his long legs crossed comfortably. "Miss Vaughan, is that really all you ever think about?" Isadora blinked, momentarily confused-then realized she'd been played.
He'd meant exactly what he'd said: he wanted her to literally keep him company while he slept.
Victor's voice was rich with amusement, clearly enjoying himself. He was throwing her own words back at her, teasing her for her earlier promise.
What a piece of work.
Victor closed his eyes, his voice now tinged with fatigue. "If I can't satisfy you today, and you really can't wait, maybe you should take matters into your own hands." Isadora's eyes flew wide. She enunciated each word, indignant: "I am not that desperate!" She huffed and turned away, refusing to look at him.
After a while, the car grew quiet, filled only with the soft, steady rhythm of Victor's breathing.
The cramped space seemed to shut out the chaos of the world, wrapping them in a rare, peaceful silence. Isadora glanced down.
She found herself studying Victor's strikingly handsface-flawless and relaxed in sleep.
With his eyes closed, sof his usual sharpness faded, leaving him looking unexpectedly approachable, almost gentle.
She noticed faint shadows beneath his eyes.
Had he been exhausted lately? Without thinking, she reached out, wanting to brush her fingers over his face.
But the moment her hand grazed the short hair at his temple, she jerked it back, startled by her own boldness.
For the last two weeks, she'd spent her days alone, quietly wrestling with her decision.
She already knew it in her heart: it was tto end things.
But now, with Victor so close and peaceful beside her, she thought... maybe she'd wait a little longer.
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Isadora woke slowly, blinking herself out of a dream, only to realize at m spointshe'd drifted off too. Their positions had changed. Now, she was lying with her head in Victor's lap.
Victor was scrolling through his phone, the screen casting flickering light over his sharply defined En.
features. At the sound of her stirring, Victor set his phone aside and looked down at her.
"You're awake?" Isadora sat up, suddenly self-conscious. "I... I must have fallen asleep."
Victor's low, velvety voice was laced with laughter. "So much for keepingcompany. You'slept like a log. What a diva." He grinned. "Maybe I should start calling you Piggy Vaughan." "I did not! You could've wokenup," she protested.
She looked up and met his dark, smoldering gaze, as deep and restless as the sea at midnight.
Inside the car, the air seemed to grow warmer, tension crackling between them.
Maybe it was just from having just woken up, but Isadora's mouth felt dry and her skin flushed with heat.
"I, um... I should get going," she stammered.
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