NovelEnglishChapter 26 "Thank you for bringing this back to me, especially so late." Isadora reached out to take her bracelet, but Victor smoothly raised his arm higher, just out of her grasp. He was nearly six-foot-three, while she barely cleared five-five.
Isadora stood on tiptoe, stretching her arm as far as she could, but the bracelet remained just beyond reach.
A faint frown creased her delicate, fair face, a flicker of irritation in her eyes.
Despite everything that had happened tonight, she hadn't been as unaffected as she pretended. In fact, it had all burrowed deep inside her, and now, with Victor teasing her, a bit of that hidden spark slipped out.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, you're not planning to keep my bracelet, are you? Or have you fallen in love with it?" Victor's lips curled into a subtle smile. He used the hand holding the crystal bracelet to gently tilt her chin, studying her expression.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer eyes were dark and bright, flecks of light glinting in their depths, and she looked adorably annoyed. Good. No injuries. No tears.
Isadora, chin tipped up, found herself staring straight into his deep, unfathomable eyes.
His breath ghosted across her skin-crisp, with a hint of pine and the faintest trace of smoke.
She lost her focus for a moment.
Victor's voice held a teasing warmth. "Isadora, I went out of my way to return your bracelet. Shouldn't you at least thankproperly?" "You could have called me... I would have cto... pick it up," she stammered, suddenly remembering they hadn't exchanged contact information.
Her voice dropped, "How about dinner? My treat, as a thank you?" "Dinner? At this hour?" Victor gave her a lazy once-over, a faint chuckle in his voice. "Is that all you ever think about-food?" Isadora pouted. It wasn't just about food. She just didn't know what else she could offer.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Victor jerked his chin toward the car. "Get in." She stood frozen by the passenger door, not moving.
A glimmer of amusement flickered in Victor's eyes. "What, are you scared I'll eat you alive?" His gaze swept over her, lingering.
Tonight, she wore a black, form-fitting dress that hugged every curve. Her pale skin glowed against the dark fabric, and her wavy hair tumbled down her back, making her look like skind of midnight enchantress.
He smirked. “Hmm. It wouldn't be the first time, would it? And I have to say... you're pretty irresistible." The memory of their night together flashed through Isadora's mind-so intense she could hardly breathe. Her cheeks flared hot, and she fidgeted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I-I really shouldn't. It's late. I should just go home." She never understood why Victor made her so nervous. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, that air of effortless authority.
Victor folded his arms, towering over her, his eyes suddenly dark and unreadable, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Isadora. If you want your bracelet, get in. I won't say it twice." Isadora bit her lip, feeling cornered. With no other choice, she slid into the passenger seat.
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In the dead of night, the sleek black Ferrari prowled through the city, an elegant beast slicing into the darkness.
Neon lights streamed past the windows in dazzling ribbons. Outside, the wind and engine roared, but inside, they were cocooned in silence.
Victor drove fast-pushing a hundred miles an hour-but the ride was smooth, almost effortless.
His hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze icy and fixed straight ahead, as if he had everything perfectly under control. The blur of city lights painted a shimmering backdrop behind him.
Isadora had never ridden in a car moving this fast. She clung to the seatbelt, her palms slick with sweat.
Finally, she couldn't take it. "Victor, I— I'm really not in a hurry. Could we maybe slow down a little?"
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