NovelFinishChapter 412 Certainly.
Terrell had to admit it was torture watching them together.
But he couldn't help it; he just wanted to see if she was happy.
And if she wasn't... deep down, a greedy hope would stir inside him. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the one to comfort her.
He let out a weak laugh, his smile tinged with resignation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"We're both in the sboat, aren't we? Just a couple of losers in Victor's game." Magnus snorted. "I just hope Victor treats her right. If he doesn't, you better believe I'll fight to win her back." Terrell glanced in the direction Isadora had gone, but she was already out of sight.
"If Victor is willing to announce their engagement at a tlike this, he must mean it." He paused, then looked Magnus straight in the eye. "As for you, you have even less of a chance than I do." Magnus's face darkened, but he couldn't argue with the truth.
Isadora! How could you be so heartless-leaving just like that? And making it look so effortless.
* Sunlight spilled softly over Capitolion. The Ferrari sped along the boulevard, tree shadows drifting by the windows.
In the driver's seat, Victor had shed his black suit jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp lines of his jaw and the tantalizing pale skin at his throat and collarbone. He'd rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong, muscular arms-the very picture of masculine power.
Victor gripped the steering wheel with one hand. His other hand reached across the console, lacing his fingers through hers.
Isadora wriggled, trying to pull her hand away, but his grip was firm.
"Can you please just focus on the road?" Victor raised an eyebrow. "Are you questioning my driving skills?" His tone was serious, but his deep voice carried a teasing warmth. "Isadora, you can doubton a lot of things- but not that. You know better than anyone: when it comes to skill, I'm more than capable." Isadora's cheeks flushed. "You... You really have no shame, do you?" Flirting with her in broad daylight.
Victor glanced over, catching the shy, rosy glow on her face. A slow smile touched his lips. "Why should I be shy around my own wife?d'm a after all." perfectly healthy man,e?'m a She rolled her eyes. "I'm not your wife yet." "Oh? Is that my fault? Blme for not giving you the proper proposal you deserve?" The truth was, Victor had thought about it-a perfect, romantic proposal. The whole works: a carefully planned engagement, a lavish ring, a grand wedding. He'd imagined every step.
But their relationship had spun out of order. They'd had a child child unexpectedly, drifted apart, and only after so much struggle did he finally win her heart again. Now, all he wanted was to claim her as his, without waiting another second.
He realized he'd skipped right to the final chapter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. It was tto make plans.
Whatever other women had, his woman would have too.
A few moments passed, and the blush faded from Isadora's cheeks. She suddenly remembered something. "Why did you lie during the interview? You said you'd lovedsince we were kids." Victor replied, "Who says I was lying?" She frowned. "But we didn't even know each other back then."
Victor spun the wheel, the Ferrari taking a sharp turn: tiresom screeched against the pavement. "Where are we going?" Isadora asked.
This wasn't the way back to the Fitzgerald Mansion.
Victor's lips curled into a mischievous half-smile. "I'm taking you to meet your childhood self."
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