EuropeNovelChapter 178 Here's a culturally localized, natural English adaptation for a Western audience: "I'm not getting engaged—and even if I were, it certainly wouldn't be to you." Nannie knew Victor's temper all too well; he never cared about saving anyone's pride, not even for a moment.
If he didn't care about someone or something-he wouldn't even bother with empty politeness.
A sharp pang twisted in Nannie's chest.
She forced a smile, though it barely reached her eyes. "My mom's birthday is coming up. Grandma finally agreed to letfly hfor a visit. Would it be all right if I traveled with you?" Victor's reply was as flat as ever. "That's not going to work." Nannie was caught off guard.
They'd grown up together, more or less childhood friends, and even after all these years apart, she thought at least a trace of that old bond remained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBesides, her father had died saving the Fitzgerald family.
Would it really be such a big deal to share his private jet for a few hours? But before she could say more, Victor said bluntly, "My girlfriend wouldn't be comfortable with that." Nannie stared at him in disbelief. "You... you have a girlfriend?" Could it be the woman he'd just been talking to on the phone? Victor's gaze was glacial as it flicked over her. "Is that any of your business?" The last remnants of Nannie's smile faded. "Right. I'll be going, then." She stepped out, her heart aching with a bitter, sour sting.
It was the first tshe'd ever heard Victor-the Fitzgerald Group's golden boy- admit to having a girlfriend. And when he spoke about her, his eyes took on a depth and glow, like sunlight shimmering on a lake. Nannie saw that tenderness, clear as day.
She couldn't help wondering what kind of woman could have found her way into his heart.
Yet, deep down, she was relieved as long as it wasn't sstrategic engagement.
The Fitzgeralds had never had room for her. Even when she was the daughter of the man who'd given his life for them, they'd discarded her without a second thought.
Inside, Victor immediately dialed back.
He held his phone to his ear, absentmindedly opening the small, elegant black velvet box in his other hand.
Inside lay a sapphire bracelet-dozens of exquisite blue gems linked together, dazzling and radiant.
Each stone had been carefully cut and polished, sparkling like a string of tiny stars across a midnight sky.
There was no question: the bracelet was a rare treasure, and its value was extraordinary.
Victor had never cared much about jewelry-until he learned what this sapphire bracelet meant. That's why he'd bought it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe phone rang.
Isadora glanced up from the steering wheel, her eyes rimmed with red.
She stared at her phone, letting it ring, the persistent sound filling the car.
After a moment, she finally picked up.
"Isadora," Victor's voice was a lazy, magnetic rumble, soft soft with station Even now, just hearing him could ימד make her heart skip a beat. A rush of emotion welled up inside her, spreading like an ache to her fingertips.
She cleared her throat. "When are you coming back?" Victor's lips curled. "Missalready?" Isadora hesitated. "I wanted to talk to you about something." Victor arched a brow. "What is it?" "It's not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll wait until you're back."
She couldn't bear the thought of waiting until the day Victor announced his engagement to m someone else. She still had a sliver of pride left-her love might not be worth much, but it wasn't cheap.
Victor turned the black velvet box in his hand, his voice low and gentle. "Is it that urgent?" Isadora's voice was hoarse as she murmured, "Yeah." Victor's deep laugh hummed in her ear. "Clingy, aren't you? Wait for me.' ||
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