NovelFinishChapter 414 There was a new addition in the office—a golf putting green now sprawled along one side.
Isadora looked around and raised an eyebrow. "So, why'd you bringto your office?" Before she could say more, Victor slipped his arms around her, pulling her petite frback against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and teasing. "From now on, you can cin here whenever you want." She crossed her arms and gave a little huff. "I have better things to do than check up on you." Victor chuckled softly and pinched her cheek. "You know, not just anyone gets that privilege." "Maybe you should let someone else in, then?" He just smiled, his tone lazy and magnetic. "Sorry, but there's no room left in here." He tapped his chest lightly, eyes glinting. "Someone's already taken up all the space." Isadora couldn't help herself-her lips curled into a smile.
A warm glow lit up her face, like sunlight on a summer afternoon. She relaxed, leaning back into his broad chest, turning her head to look at him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis profile was as striking as ever-sharp jawline, high-bridged nose, every angle impossibly handsome. Sometimes she wondered how he could still make her heart flutter.
Suddenly, memories surfaced the last tshe'd cto this very office. It was when she'd arranged the transfer of the remaining four hundred million for The Vaughan Group, and Victor had laid out his condition: she'd have to be his girlfriend.
That was the beginning of their story.
The thought made her smile deepen. Absently, she traced slow circles on his arm with her fingers, delicate as spring onions, savoring the closeness.
Victor felt her gentle touch, barely more than a tickle, and instinctively tightened his hold, pulling her close, almost flush against him.
With a playful tilt of her lips, Isadora teased, "So, tellthe truth. When you askedto be your girlfriend, had you been planning it all along?" Victor turned, catching her gaze, and nipped lightly at her earlobe, his voice a husky whisper. "So, you're not as clueless as you look?" Her lashes fluttered. After a moment's silence, she spoke, barely above a whisper, "Victor, do you really love me?" Or was it only because she'd happened to be there at the right time? Because she looked the way she did? Because she was carrying his child? Maybe he'd just convinced himself it was love...
"Why don't you believe me?" he asked softly.
The truth was, Isadora did believe in Victor's care, in everything he'd done for her. But deep down, she was afraid-afraid that one day he'd wake up, realize it was only infatuation, not real love. And if that vel ever happened, she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to pick up the pieces again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor watched her, noticing the way her long lashes cast delicate shadows, her eyes shining with uncertainty. He lifted her up and set her gently on the edge of his spacious desk, standing directly in front of her so their eyes met.
He tipped her chin up, his gaze unwavering, voice both earnest and tender.
"Listen to me, Isadora. I fell in love with you a long tago."
She stared into his eyes-so deep, so mysterious, like the midnight skyn endless gentle, and absolutely captivating.
Isadora leaned back a bit, almost unconsciously. Her hand brushed. against a photo fron the desk. She glanced down-it was the spicture she hadn't seen clearly before: a little girl and a dog. She remembered now. That was Victor's first love, his "one that got away."
Right then, she didn't want to hear about another woman from Victor's lips. Instinctively, she slid off the desk, putting distance between them.
"I... I should get going," she said quietly.
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