EuropeNovelChapter 186 A soft cough sounded from behind.
Victor froze mid-step, his jaw tightening as his hand clenched so hard the veins stood out.
For a split second, he hesitated then spun around and strode back toward the bed. He reached out, cupped the back of the woman's head, and pulled her in for a fierce, hungry kiss.
Anxious relief, fear, and a hundred tangled emotions surged between them, all pouring into that desperate embrace.
Victor kissed her with a rough urgency, his lips claiming hers as if he couldn't get close enough, as if he might consher whole.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPinned on the bed, Isadora had no choice but to tilt her head back and meet him, breathless and defenseless against the force of his kiss. His intensity made escape impossible. All she could do was yield, her heart pounding as she met his bruising, possessive, almost trembling lips.
Sunlight spilled through the hospital curtains, casting a golden haze over them- the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them locked together.
The air grew thick and humid, crackling with an undercurrent of longing neither could disguise.
Victor's warm hand slid beneath the edge of her gray hospital gown, practiced and sure.
But just then, a sharp knock rattled the door.
"Miss Vaughan? It's tfor your injection." Before the words had fully faded, two female nurses entered, only to find the pair entwined by the bed.
Victor was bent over Isadora, holding her close, his lips still pressed to hers. Her head was tipped back, dark hair spilling over the pillow like something out of a movie-so beautiful it hardly seemed real.
The sound jolted Isadora back to herself. She shoved Victor away, cheeks blazing scarlet.
These nurses were the ones who changed her bandages and gave her shots every day. Now, she wanted nothing more than to disappear.
Victor, on the other hand, looked unbothered-merely scowling at the interruption, his irritation obvious.
He stood, reaching out to gently wipe the dampness from the corner of Isadora's mouth.
She glared up at him, mortified, her face and even her throat flushed crimson. If she could have crawled into a hole in the floor, she would have.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe two nurses, having never seen such a handsman before, blushed as well.
"Miss Vaughan, should we... cback later?" one of them stammered. "N-no, that's not necessary," Isadora replied, voice barely above a whisper. With awkward, synchronized steps, the nurses wheeled in the medicine cart. One busied herself preparing the IV, while the other hung the fluid bag and readied a sharp needle. Isadora squeezed her eyes shut and gingerly extended her arm, trembling with nerves.
Victor snorted. "Coward." But even as he said it, he stepped forward and gently tucked her head against his chest, patting her back in his own clumsy way.
"Just let them do it." The nurse hovering nearby could only stare.
Isadora was silent, too mortified to speak.
Under Victor's piercing gaze, even the nurse's practiced hands shook as she inserted the At Tast, after what felt like an eternity, the IV was in place. Once outside the room, the younger nurse wiped sweat from her brow.
"That was terrifying. I swear, if I'd messed up, he'd have ripped up my license right then and there." "Did you see the way he looked at Miss Vaughan? His eyes were practically glowing." "Glowing at her? Maybe. But when he stared atwhile I gave the shot, I thought I'd caught a glimpse of the Grim Reaper himself."
Isadora reclined against her pillows, watching the IV drip for what felt like hours. She glanced at Victor, who was lounging on the sofa, hunched over his phone as he dealt with work emails. "I have a housekeeper, you know," she said quietly. "If you've got things to do..."
Victor looked up from his phone, meeting her gaze with e with goot om indifference His voice was low. "You really wantgone that badly?"
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