NovelFinishChapter 423 The Fitzgerald Mansion.
Finley followed the butler down a long corridor and out into the sprawling back garden.
The garden was a riot of color, with rare and exquisite blooms everywhere. In the center stood a delicate marble fountain, its clear water spilling gently from the mouth of a stone cherub.
Victor was dressed casually, crouched on the grass, tossing a rubber ball for his fluffy dog, Pudding.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEach tVictor raised his arm and sent the ball sailing across the lawn, it was impossible to tell where it landed; he threw it that far. But after a moment, Pudding would always cbounding back, ball held proudly in his teeth.
Catching sight of Finley out of the corner of his eye, Victor rose with his usual easy nonchalance and headed over to one of the garden chairs.
The next tPudding returned, Finley, toolbox in hand, knelt down, opened his case, and pulled out a stethoscope. With practiced movements, he began a quick check-up.
Pudding obediently dropped the ball onto the grass and sat perfectly still, as if he knew the drill.
When Finley finished, Pudding trotted straight back to Victor's side and plopped down by his feet.
"He's in good shape," Finley announced, straightening up. "Just a bit of a sensitive stomach. He's getting older, so maybe go easy on the high-intensity fetch." Pudding, as if he understood, barked loudly in protest-clearly refusing to admit he was getting old.
Finley clicked his tongue in amusement. "You know, I've been looking after this dog for years, and he still acts like I'm the enemy." He wasn't just any vet-he was the director of the city's animal hospital, and he'd been Pudding's doctor for almost a decade now. This pampered mutt didn't know how good he had it.
Victor's lips curled in a lazy half-smile. "Maybe he just doesn't like your face." "Doesn't like my face?" Finley shot back, feigning offense. "Everyone in Capitolion knows I'm the most popular guy in town." Except, apparently, for Pudding-whose world revolved around Victor alone. It almost hurt his feelings. Victor lounged back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, idly stroking Pudding's soft fur. "Did you hear that? You're not a puppy anymore. Try not to dragout to play fetch every five minutes." Pudding lifted his head with dignified indifference and turned away.
Finley couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, he's just like you. All pride." The two men sat at the edge of the garden, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of flowers. With their sharp features and tall frames, they looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine spread.
A couple of maids arrived, setting down a platter of fresh fruit and a pot of coffee on the table.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFinley popped a grape into his mouth. "So, did you really callhere just to give Pudding a check-up?" Victor spoiled this dog rotten-he had two live-in pet sitters, and Finley was only one of at least three vets on call. Victor took a slow sip of coffee, his gaze lingering on Pudding playing nearby. "I'm going to propose to Isadora." Finley blinked. "Wait, what?" "I thought you two were already getting married. You mean you haven't proposed yet?" he blurted out.
Victor's icy glare shot across the table, making Finley instantly regret his words.
He chuckled awkwardly and lifted his cup. "Just curious, that's all. No offense, really." ět Victor's eyes darkened, his fingers
tracing the rim of his coffee mug "You've had your fair share of m girlfriends. What's the proposal Enr supposed to be like?" Finley, taking a sip, nearly choked. "What do you mean, 'fair share of girlfriends'?" Victor raised an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
Finley put on his most dignified expression. "Maybe I've dated one.or two, but i've never proposed to anyone!"
He was a lifelong bachelor by choice. If he ever did get married, it'd be a family arrangement-no proposal necessary.
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