NovelFinishChapter 395 Victor lounged lazily against the pillows, half-reclined on the bed, his gaze fixed intently on Isadora. His eyes were as quiet and unfathomable as a midnight forest, silent and deep.
Isadora reached over, carefully bringing a spoonful of soup to his lips.
Obediently, Victor parted his lips and swallowed, the sharp line of his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion.
Still, his dark, drowning gaze never left her face.
Isadora finally couldn't take it. She glared at him. "Can you please just eat your meal properly?" Victor's lips curled up in a faint smile. "Aren't I being perfectly cooperative?" "Then why are you staring atlike that?" Her heart was pounding so hard, she swore it could break the speed limit.
If he kept looking at her like that any longer- She was sure she'd melt under the intensity of his gaze.
Victor's deep, low voice was rich with affection. "Because my wife is beautiful." Men really did have a way with sweet words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot that Isadora would ever admit how those words made her heart flutter.
She pressed her lips together to hide her smile and ordered, "Close your eyes, or I'm not feeding you anymore." He chuckled, his laughter rumbling in his chest, his tone teasing and indulgent. "You really are a tyrant, you know that?" Eventually, Isadora managed to finish feeding him.
Just then, Victor's phone rang. He answered, balancing the phone at his ear while tapping away on his tablet, dealing with work matters as if being bedridden barely slowed him down.
Isadora sat nearby with her own meal, keeping a careful eye on the IV drip, watching for when it would run out. The second bottle was nearly empty.
She went to the door to call for the doctor.
Dr. Brown strode into the room, all brisk professionalism as he carefully removed the IV from Victor's hand.
Maybe it was because Isadora was present, but Dr. Brown finally seemed able to act like a proper doctor, issuing instructions authoritatively.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, you'll need daily IV medication for a full week. And watch your diet —no spicy foods, no shellfish, and avoid strenuous activity. Keep the bandage dry to prevent infection." "I've left your prescriptions on the table. Take your medication with each meal, three times a day." Isadora listened attentively, making mental notes of every instruction.
Once the doctor left, she stood guard, watching until Victor swallowed every last pill.
Victor stretched, rising from the bed with his tall lean frame, and sauntered over until he stood just in front of her. He leaned in close, his voice@low murmur by her ear "You're being so attentive... Why not helpwith my shower too?" The tips of Isadora's ears went crimson. Her words cout in a flustered stammer. "I think you can handle that yourself..." Victor arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I can't manage it." She glanced at his bandaged shoulder.
He let out a wounded sigh, lips curving in a mock-woeful smile. "The doctor said i can't get the wound wet. If water gets in, it could get infected- and I might lose the use of my arm. But I'm a grown man. I should be independent, shouldn't rely on anyone. But what can I do? No one fusses over me..." Isadora rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Fine! I'll help you with your shower!" In the bathroom, Isadora stood in front of Victor, barely reaching his shoulder, feeling small and awkward.
She rose on tiptoe, careful not to jostle his injury, and pulled his black shirt up and over his head.
As she looked up, she met Victor's sharp, narrow eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths.
She could see every detail of his lashes, black as ink—and her own reflection in the dark of his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks burned.
or sel Hurriedly, she finished pulling off his shirt. The moment her feet touched the floor again, she found herself face- to-face with his bare chest broad, muscled, white bandage across his shoulder and defined lines down to his black pants. There was a certain fragile restraint to his appearance, something strikingly compelling.
Isadora's breath caught. She took a step back without thinking.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey'd been this close before-much closer. They even had a child together.
So why was she blushing as if it were the first time? Maybe it had just been too long since they'd been so intimate...
"O...okay, you're good," she stammered.
Victor's eyes sparkled with she watched Cher amusement as he Ve m flustered reaction. He reached out and gently pinched her ear lobe.
Definitely burning.
His smile widened, voice low and tempting. "There's still the pants." Isadora gaped at him. "The pants?" "You hurt your shoulder, not your legs!" He sighed tically. "But you need your hands to take off pants." "You still have one good hand. Do it yourself."
Victor let out a long, suffering sigh.
"Alright, alright. I know I'm being a W burden.
my wife doesn't care for me, I'll just I do it myself. If I pulm injury and lose the use of my arm, I guess that's my fate..." Isadora just about couldn't take any more.
"Fine! I'll help you just stop talking!"
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