EuropeNovelChapter 185 The man wore a cool-toned gray shirt, simple in cut, with the top two buttons undone. His long legs were wrapped in sharply tailored black slacks.
He stood with the light behind him, making it impossible for Isadora to see his face clearly.
All she could make out was the hint of aristocratic detachment on his features- expressionless, with eyes black as obsidian, piercing and remote.
Isadora blinked, stunned to realize it was him.
Her hand slackened, and the sketchbook slipped from the bed to the floor.
Victor strode forward, his face unreadable. He bent, picked up the sketchbook, and placed it gently back into her hands.
"So. Not happy to see me?" Isadora pressed her lips together. "When did you... cback?" Victor's steady gaze fixed on the woman in the hospital bed, his voice giving nothing away. "A few days ago." When he'd heard Isadora was waiting for him on the phone, he'd been in Solstrand, scheduled for another week. But he'd compressed all his meetings into three grueling days, just to surprise her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrom the moment he boarded the plane to when he landed, he hadn't rested once. He'd told his driver to go straight to Brocade Heights.
When he arrived at her place, she was gone. Hundreds of calls went unanswered.
He hadn't expected to have to track down his own girlfriend.
He'd even had to send someone to find her.
How ironic.
Victor's brow furrowed. "Why didn't you tell me?" His presence was overwhelming up close, the scent of pine and tobacco clinging to him.
His words weren't harsh, but they sent a tremor through Isadora's heart, making her feel as if she'd done something terribly wrong.
She dropped her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "My phone broke." Victor's sharp, striking eyes darkened. He let out a cold laugh. "Isadora, you were rescued. You've been awake for a whole week. Your phone's been broken for a week, too? You didn't think to reach out the day after you woke up?" Isadora bit her lip. "It was nothing serious. I didn't want to bother you." Victor's expression turned stormy, his voice suddenly icy and frightening. "Nothing serious? You were kidnapped and thrown off a cliff, and that's 'nothing serious'?" His words struck her like a slap.
Even if she'd been oblivious, she could feel his anger burning.
"Why are you so angry? Just because I didn't tell you I was kidnapped?" Victor's eyes were fathomless, the color of stormy seas. "So in your eyes, I matter so little? I'm not even worth telling?" Not even worth a thought, even when you're hurt.
Isadora's fingers dug into her palm.
Yes, her phone had broken, but Eleanor had sent a new one the very next day.
So why hadn't she told him? Because it didn't seem necessary.
She hadn't known if he was back in town.
Hadn't known if a woman's voice would suddenly answer his phone.
And honestly, with their relationship on the verge of ending, what was the point? Still, her eyes stung, that ache of unfairness rising up and blurring her vision.
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She sniffed. "I never said that. If you're looking for an argument, cback another day. I'm not in the mood." Oh, great.
He'd cto pick a fight?
When he'd heard she'd been kidnapped-thrown off a cliff-panic and fear ar had seized him for the first tin his life. He'd rushed straight to the hospital. Even Magnus, that reckless idiot, had managed to save her.
All Victor had wanted was for her to be safe-nothing else mattered.
And now she said he'd cto argue.
Victor felt his chest tighten painfully.
He wanted to shake ssense into her, but hated how desperate he must look.
Victor stared at Isadora for a long, silent moment, his eyes dark and unfathomable. Without another word, he turned and walked out the door.
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