NovelFinishChapter 420 Carter spoke respectfully, "Sir, would you prefer something European or American for dinner tonight?" Victor shook his head. "No need. I'll cook." The words had barely left his mouth when the staff collectively froze, exchanging startled glances as though they'd just witnessed something unbelievable.
Victor calmly directed Carter to gather the ingredients he needed.
Carter's jaw, which had dropped in shock, finally closed as he snapped out of it. He quickly told the other staff to get moving.
In the kitchen, Victor slipped off his suit jacket and rolled up his dress shirt sleeves, revealing strong, defined forearms. He cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced ease, whisking them briskly with a fork. The golden yolks frothed and danced with every movement.
Isadora leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, quietly watching him from behind.
Tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Victor looked effortlessly elegant-even from behind, his refined bearing was unmistakable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was something undeniably attractive about a man who could cook.
As if he could sense her gaze, Victor spoke without turning around, his voice low and relaxed, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Staring atlike that... I'm flattered." Isadora blushed and quickly glanced away.
Just then, a loud bark echoed from the hallway.
Isadora's face lit up with joy.
Pudding was here! She looked toward the door and saw Pudding bounding in, tugging Carter along behind her. The butler struggled to keep up, breathless and red-faced as the leash jerked him forward.
At this point, it was hard to tell who was walking whom.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Vaughan, I've... brought... Pudding... in," Carter managed between gasps, mopping sweat from his brow. The dog's strength was nearly enough to throw out his back.
The fluffy white Pudding barked even more excitedly when she saw Isadora.
Her joyful yelps echoed through the grand foyer of Fitzgerald Mansion.
In the next instant, just as Pudding was about to leap onto Isadora, Victor appeared out of nowhere and made a quick gesture. "No, silly girl. Sit." Pudding's four little legs skidded to a stop, and she obediently sat down just inches from Isadora, looking up at Victor with huge, pleading eyes, the picture of canine heartbreak.
Isadora knelt down and stroked Pudding's fur, speaking softly. "Pudding." "Woof! Woof!" "Pudding." "Woof, woof." It was clear Pudding desperately wanted to get closer but didn't dare move because of Victor's command. Isadora wanted nothing more than to hug her, but even before she'd been pregnant, Pudding was almost too much for her to pick up now it was out of the question.
She explained gently, "I can't lift you right now, sweetie. I have a baby in my and you might squish the baby. But after the baby's born, I'll lift you up high again, okay?" Victor overheard and glanced at her slender figure, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
Lift her up? This woman barely weighed more than a feather herself.
He wasn't sure if Pudding was supposed to be lifting her, or the other way around. Whether Pudding understood or not, the dog didn't try to climb into her arms again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInstead, she stepped forward and tried to lick Isadora's hand.
Victor shot her a disapproving look. He knew it-this silly dog always lost her mind whenever Isadora was around.
He scolded firmly, "No licking. Keep your tongue in your mouth."
Pudding looked even more pitiful, her round eyes darting between them, her tail wagging with obvious En frustration.
Isadora, annoyed at Victor's sternness, waved him off. "Shouldn't you be cooking? Why are you bossing her around?" Victor arched an eyebrow. The moment the dog showed up, his importance seemed to vanish.
He gave Pudding one last warning. "Behave yourself, you hear?" With that, he returned to the kitchen.
Isadora whispered to Pudding, "Don't mind your dad. He's just being mean." Pudding barked in agreement, her tail wagging.
But after Victor's scolding, Pudding was on rubber best behavior-she just
rubbed her head gently against Isadora's palm, no more licking and no more pleading to be picked up.
Isadora felt the softness beneath her hand and suddenly her eyes stung with emotion.
"Thank you, Pudding... for remembering me."
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