NovelEnglishChapter 247 Isadora couldn't help but reach out and press the button, lowering the car window. She needed to let sof the damp, stuffy air escape.
Clearing her throat, she changed the subject.
"Victor, you promised once I finish paying off the interest, you'll helpfind out what's going on with Abbott." Victor raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his amusement. After a pause, he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger and gave a lazy smile.
"You really are ungrateful, aren't you?" If she ever showed him even a fraction of the kindness she gave to others, Victor figured he should count himself lucky.
They finally pulled up outside Summit Crest Estates.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLately, they'd been coming htogether every night.
In the elevator, Isadora felt awkward, still self-conscious about what had just happened in the car. Even though she'd wiped her hands, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was still sticky, that she somehow carried his scent all over her body.
She kept her head down, eyes fixed on the pointed toes of her silver stilettos.
Victor glanced at her, pressed into the far corner as if she could disappear entirely. His tone was casual, teasing. "What, did you spot a pile of gold down there? Stare any harder and you'll burn a hole through the floor." Isadora bit her lip and shot him a look, her eyes shining and clear, catching the light like a pool of water in autumn. It wasn't exactly intimidating, but it was impossible to look away.
Victor's gaze drifted down to her feet.
The delicate silver heels, the slender ankle straps tied in neat bows, her toes painted a soft blush pink-her feet were strikingly pretty.
He kept hold of her hand, now tracing his thumb along her elegant fingers. His voice dropped, deliberately mischievous.
"Hmm. Cute. Very pink." His words lingered in the air, heavy with suggestion. His gaze, hot and unhurried, traveled inch by inch over her feet. Isadora shivered at the almost electric sensation, curling her toes reflexively.
As soon as the elevator doors opened on the 66th floor, Isadora yanked her hand free and hurried into the apartment. She kicked off her heels and disappeared into the bedroom.
Victor followed at a leisurely pace, watching the hem of her dress swirl as she walked. His lips curled in a subtle, knowing smile.
Isadora perched on the edge of the bed, her hands cupping her cheeks, trying to cool herself down. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she could barely catch her breath.
Suddenly, her phone lit up with a FaceTcall. It was Nanette.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIsadora answered, and Nanette's excited voice filled the room.
"Babe, I'm coming back tomorrow! Sleepover at my place, okay? It'll be an all-nighter!" Isadora immediately thought of Rowena, who'd been feeling down lately. Maybe a night out would cheer her up. "Sure, I'll bring Rowena along." "Wait a second-this doesn't look like your place. Isadora, where are you?" Just then, the bedroom door swung open.
Victor strolled in, casual as ever.
Nanette's voice was loud enough to be heard across the room. Isadora hadn't expected her to notice the background, and for a moment she was at a loss for words. She dropped her voice, mumbling, "I'm... at a friend's place."
Victor's eyes flickered over, expression unreadable. He paused in front of the full-length mirror, fingers unhurried as he loosened his tie. But Nanette wasn't so easily fooled.
"A friend? I'm your only friend, and this isn't my place. Unless... are you actually living with that trust fund guy?!" Victor raised an eyebrow. Maybe her friend wasn't so clueless after all.
He peeled off his shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket, revealing lean, sculpted muscle-a body both powerful and effortlessly graceful.
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