NovelEnglishChapter 29 Victor's eyes lifted in an arch that brooked no argument. "I'll admit, not bad at all." Isadora agreed though she'd sooner die than ever raise her voice around Victor again.
She was about to protest, to ask Victor how she'd suddenly becthe villain in his story, when- Suddenly, in the deep velvet of the night sky, a shower of vibrant, multicolored shooting stars streaked overhead, leaving glimmering trails in their wake.
Isadora's gaze shot upward, her eyes shining with wonder. The long sweep of her lashes trembled in awe. She'd seen shooting stars before, but never a meteor shower like this.
"It's a meteor shower-Victor, look! Look!" she squealed, grabbing his arm and shaking it in her excitement. Victor glanced down at her delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, then followed her gaze up to her face. Isadora was utterly transfixed, her features alight with joy as she watched the heavens. A few strands of dark hair framed her face, and in that moment her bright eyes and radiant smile outshone even the meteors above. Victor's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It's beautiful," Isadora whispered. “Let's make a wish!" She quickly released his arm, pressing her hands together beneath her chin, and closed her eyes in a silent, earnest prayer.
The warmth and softness of her touch slipped from his skin, and Victor's handsbrow creased in clear displeasure.
When Isadora finished her wish, she becsuddenly aware of the intense, heated gaze fixed on her. She turned slowly to meet Victor's eyes, caught off guard, and gave a sheepish little laugh.
"Heh... It's just, it's my first tseeing a meteor shower, so I sort of copied what I've seen others do." Victor's lips curled in a lazy, almost mocking smirk. "If wishes really ctrue, the heavens would have their hands full." Ouch. More like a punch to the gut than a gentle tease.
Isadora immediately felt ridiculous for what she'd just done—especially in front of Victor.
Her eyes dropped, her tone crestfallen. "You're probably right." Victor watched as the spark in her eyes faded, leaving behind only disappointment. Somehow, it rubbed him the wrong way.
Wishing on a shooting star was silly, sure-but the way she'd looked, so full of hope, was far better than the defeated look she wore now.
He clicked his tongue against his teeth, almost absentmindedly.
"Well, if the heavens can't grant your wish, Isadora, maybe I can." She blinked in confusion. "Why would you do that?" Victor's expression was unfazed, his dark eyes glinting with a roguish confidence. "Because I'm in a good mood tonight." "But if you'd rather not, that's fine by me." "No, no-I do!" Isadora blurted, afraid he'd take it back.
A wish, granted by Victor-the crown prince of the city's elite? She'd be a fool to refuse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor quirked a brow. "So, what'll it be?" Isadora hesitated, her pulse pounding in her ears. After a long moment, she took a breath, screwed her eyes shut, and blurted out, "The last tyou said I could be your girl did you mean it?" Tseemed to slow, the silence stretching between them.
Isadora opened her eyes, only to find herself staring into Victor's deep, dangerous gaze.
A faint, lazy smile played at his lips. "No." "What?" She'd half-expected to be turned down, but it still stung.
Maybe it was the buzz from the drinks, or the adrenaline from tonight's adventure but she sAduldn't have said it. Richard's words echoed in her mind: Only if you find someone better than Magnus do you get out of that marriage.
But who was the Fitzgerald family? Who was Victor? Wealthy, powerful, at the very top of Capitolion's social En: pyramid. And she? Just the forgotten daughter of the Vaughan family.
Could one reckless night between them really mean anything? Isadora froze, embarrassment flickering in her eyes. "Forget I said anything." Isadora, you idiot. Is that all the courage you've got? Victor shot her a look. "If you want to be my woman, I expect you to be clean." She blurted, "I am clean-you know that." The words slipped out before she realized what she was saying.
She could've bitten her tongue-what a stupid thing to say!
Victor's gaze sharpened, lips quirking in a way she couldn't read. In a single motion, he slid his arm around her ammaround waist, pulling her flush against his solid frame. His lips brushed her ear. "I know your body's clean. But I want your heart to be, too." Isadora just stared at him, stunned. Victor's low, husky voice rumbled again.
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