NovelsFreeChapter 480 Isadora heard a sound and slowly opened her eyes.
She lifted her head, her amber eyes blinking in confusion at the man suddenly standing in the doorway.
Their gazes collided in the golden hush of evening; for a moment, neither said a word.
Outside, dusk had painted the sky in soft amber, its light spilling through the balcony and bathing the room in a warm, gilded glow.
Victor strode forward, stopping by the couch. He knelt on one knee and studied her, his eyes scanning her face. Then, without another word, he reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.
God only knew how frantic he'd been when she vanished.
And the flood of emotion that crashed over him the moment he saw her message -he could barely describe it.
As Victor wrapped her in his embrace, Isadora instinctively pressed her hand against his chest, keeping a small but definite distance between them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe felt her hesitation and narrowed his dark eyes, searching her face. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly. Isadora didn't answer right away.
She knew that photo had been sent with malicious intent-someone had deliberately used it to bait her.
She couldn't let herself fall for it, couldn't risk Victor being threatened because of her.
That's why she'd texted him: Don't worry, I'm at Brocade Heights. Good luck at today's board meeting. Cfindwhen it's over.
But no matter how rational she tried to be, a heaviness lingered in her chest.
Just the thought of Victor-of Nannie getting that close to him, her greedy longing -made Isadora's skin crawl. The idea of returning to the Fitzgerald estate felt unbearable.
So she'd chere, to Brocade Heights.
She never knew she could be so possessive.
Her unease twisted through her body until her stomach lurched. Isadora clapped her hand over her mouth and gagged softly.
Victor grabbed a few tissues from the table, reaching out to dab her lips. Isadora took them from his hand and wiped her mouth herself.
Victor's gaze was steady, almost piercing, as if he were trying to see straight through to her heart.
He could feel her resistance-subtle, but sharp enough to sting.
After a moment, Isadora picked up her phone from the table and handed it to Victor, her voice calm and even. "Explain this." Victor looked at the phone, puzzled, but accepted it and opened the message.
The moment he saw the photo, he froze.
He hadn't seen this shot before, not exactly. But he remembered the day, remembered what had happened. He realized now just how much this bothered her.
Still kneeling at her side, Victor braced his hands on either side of her, fixing her with a steady, searching look. Isadora's lashes were lowered, her amber eyes unreadable, her face almost too calm.
Victor frowned, trying to find the right words. "I don't know who took this photo. I'm guessing it was someone working for the old lady." "It was her birthday. Nannie showed up for the party. I'd had too much to drink and was lying on the couch to The moment I saw her cnear, I got up and left." Isadora remained silent, her hands clenching tightly in her lap.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor grew anxious at her lack of response, stumbling over his words. ve "I mean it, Sadora. There's nothing as wonand Nannie. I at all." Nannie.
Isadora hated how much that nbothered her.
Nannie had been on that phone call once.
She'd shown up at Summit Crest Estates.
She'd even lived with Victor when they were kids.
Isadora knew all of that was in the past-everyone has a past.
And she knew, deep down, that Victor loved her now.
But it still gnawed at her, and she om hated that this side of herself existed.
All these tangled, impossible feelings-Isadora had no idea how to to explain hex! begin to explain them.
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