NovelFinishChapter 388 After a while.
Isadora finally lifted her head from Victor's chest. Her eyes, still red-rimmed from crying, met his with a rare calm as she spoke: "I got a video from your grandmother at the press conference," she said quietly. "She threatenedwith my mother and with Nanette, toldnot to say anything about you. That's what hurtmost." Victor hadn't expected Deanna to stoop so low, to threaten the woman he loved.
How dare she? His brow furrowed as he struggled for words, a heavy weight pressing against his chest, leaving him breathless. "I'm sorry, Isadora. I... I didn't know..." Isadora stepped back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So Deanna never wanted us to be together. She thinks I'm not good enough for you." Victor swallowed hard, his voice rough. "I won't let you leave me." Isadora's dark, clear eyes met his, but they were devoid of warmth. She asked softly, "Victor, do you love me?" He gripped her hand, searching her face, his gaze deep as a midnight sea. "I do." "How much?" Victor seemed to shed all his pride, his voice trembling with a quiet desperation. "If I told you I'd give you my life, would you believe me?" Isadora's lashes fluttered. She didn't answer.
"Would you marry me?" "I've always wanted to marry you," Victor replied, every word earnest, a faint light flickering in his dark eyes. Isadora looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. She paused, then lifted her head again, her voice steady. "I want to stay at your house. The Fitzgerald Mansion." Victor's handsface was unreadable. He looked down at her for a long moment, then nodded. "Alright." The Fitzgerald Mansion.
Deanna sat in the living room, enjoying a cup of tea at her leisure.
Suddenly, several housekeepers wheeled carts loaded with goods right through the room.
The carts overflowed with this season's latest women's fashions: vibrant, elegant dresses in every color, shimmering as they passed. Gleaming jewelry sparkled among the piles, along with boxes of exquisite personal items.
Pattie hurried over to block their path, her tone sharp. "What are you all doing?" The staff hung their heads, answering timidly.
"Young Master asked us to put these things in his dressing room, ma'am." Victor was coming hto stay? Deanna couldn't hide her shock-or her delight.
He hadn't lived at the old house since he was fifteen. With so many homes of his own, even when she and her husband dragged him home, he'd barely stay for dinner before leaving again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Pattie frowned, sensing something was off.
"If the young master's moving back, why are all these women's clothes coming in?" One of the housekeepers replied in a whisper, "They're... for Miss Isadora." No sooner had the words left her lips than- Crash! Deanna sprang to her feet and hurled her scalding teacup at the et
housekeeper's head. The woman yelped, clutching the angry red Welt t rising on her scalp. "I'm sorry, madam! I'm sorry!"
"You fools!" Deanna snapped, her "T eyes cold as all these clothes but how!" Suddenly- "Don't touch them." A deep, commanding voice filled the room.
Deanna looked up in shock as Victor strode in, Isadora at his side, each step deliberate and unhurried. "My dear boy, you-how-?" She was too stunned to finish her sentence.
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