EuropeNovelChapter 199 The phone rang, its dial tone echoing through the car for a while.
Seconds ticked by, but no one picked up on the other end.
Victor's brows-perfectly sculpted as if by an artist's hand-drew together into a faint crease.
Was that little pig still asleep? Or maybe she was just too exhausted from last night? Had he been too rough with her? Victor had never been the type to crave passion or intimacy all that much. But ever since he crossed paths with Isadora again, everything had changed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs long as she was near, even the smallest thing-a fleeting, feminine gesture, a glimmer in her eyes, a simple touch of her hand-could shatter the iron willpower he'd always prided himself on.
He lounged in the back seat, tugging at his perfectly straight tie. His eyes were dark and inscrutable, lashes low, his expression impossible to read.
Just then, the phone he'd set down moments ago began to ring again.
Victor's gaze, usually cool and indifferent, suddenly lit up with anticipation. He grabbed the phone, but as soon as he saw the caller ID, the spark faded, replaced by his usual lazy nonchalance.
He answered the call.
On the other end, Deanna's warm, affectionate voice cthrough.
"My dear boy, you've been back from Solstrand for ages now and still haven't cto visit your old grandmother. I've missed you." Victor's lips curled in a wry half-smile. "What, you can't get enough information from your sources? Now you need to seein person?" "Oh, you troublemaker, what a thing to say! It's just that you never cby the old house anymore-what's a grandmother supposed to do? If I didn't check up on you this way, I'd never know how you were." A hint of awkwardness crept into Deanna's tone.
Victor knew all too well that she had eyes and ears planted throughout the Fitzgerald Group, but he hadn't expected her to be called out on it so bluntly.
Deanna pressed on: "Why don't you cby tonight, hm? Nannie's just cback from abroad, and she's even learned how to make those sweet treats you liked as a child. Chave swith your grandmother." Victor tapped the dashboard twice, his handsface utterly unreadable. "Since when did I ever like those sweets?" Deanna laughed, undeterred. "You tried them once when Pattie made them, remember? You said they weren't bad." Victor's voice was lazy, almost amused. "Anything Pattie bringsis different from what she actually makes." It didn't matter if the recipe was the same-when someone else made it, it just wasn't right. How could anyone compete with a housekeeper who'd been with the family for over fifty years? Standing off to the side, Nannie held a tray of freshly made sweets, looking more than a little embarrassed by the exchange.
Deanna tried again, cheerfully, "At least chave dinner with your grandmother, will you? These days, I have to book an appointment just to share a meal with my own grandson." Victor narrowed his eyes, silent for a moment. "I have things to take care of tonight. I'll cby another day." With that, he hung up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSlouching back in his seat, Victor closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
In the front passenger seat, Kemp sat stiff as a board, nervously holding up three fingers in a gesture of En innocence. "Sir, I swear on everything I didn't leak a word about you to the Fitzgerald family." Victor's eyelids fluttered open, his gaze sweeping over Kemp's desperate attempt at sincerity.
He snorted. "Even if you had ten times your nerve, you wouldn't dare." Victor's feelings for Deanna were complicated.
His parents, Cassius and Doris when Fitzgerald, had died when he was very young, Deanna had stepped in, playing both mother and grandmother, raising him herself.
He was well aware that the elders of the Fitzgerald family had a fiercen need to control and possess him. They were always pulling little stunts behind his back. Most of the time, as long as they didn't cross the line, he let it slide.
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