BookToReadChapter 212 Isadora bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "How about I just feed you myself?" After a moment's hesitation, she grabbed a fork and awkwardly speared a piece of mushroom, offering it to Victor.
The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow across the living room, illuminating Victor's striking features-sharp jawline, piercing eyes, his expression unreadable in the shifting light.
When Isadora held out the fork, Victor parted his lips, taking the bite from her with deliberate slowness.
He chewed, swallowed, and then, lifting his chin with a cool nonchalance, signaled for more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora's mouth twitched in annoyance. Gritting her teeth, she stabbed another piece of mushroom and held it out again.
But as she extended her hand, Victor suddenly caught her off guard, grabbing her and pulling her toward him. Before she could react, Isadora tumbled right into his lap.
Victor had just cout of the shower, the clean scent of soap and his own cool, enigmatic cologne enveloping her, seeping into her senses. There was something almost predatory about it.
The sudden intimacy made her skin flush with heat, and she instinctively tried to wriggle free.
Victor's voice was lazy, almost teasing. "I think this is a much more romantic way to eat, don't you?" "In your dreams," she muttered under her breath.
Victor's gaze flicked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Why? Never tried this with your ex?" That left Isadora momentarily speechless. She scowled, snapping back, "My ex would never act this childish." Victor let out a cold laugh. "Is that so?" No sooner had the words left his mouth than he released her, pushing her gently back onto her own seat.
He stood, walking off with that cool arrogance of his, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned, he was dressed in a casual black T-shirt and shorts.
Isadora fumed. There had to be something wrong with this man.
Staring at the spread on the dining table, she realized her appetite had vanished. She picked at her food, eating just enough to pretend she was full.
When she finished, she glanced over to see Victor sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, apparently busy with work.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a while, Isadora walked over, stopping a safe distance away-about three feet. She squared her shoulders. "Victor, we need to talk." He didn't look up, just shot her a sidelong glance and curled his lips into a faint, mocking smile.
"If you're going to say something I don't want to hear, you can keep it to yourself." Isadora felt her frustration spike. How was she supposed to know what he wanted to hear? She forced herself to take a deep breath, then began in a steady voice, "I know we're together because of our arrangement, but I'd like to set a tlimit."
Victor arched a brow, tossed his phone onto the coffee table, and leaned back, arms stretched along the sofa. A slow, sly smile crept across his face. "You don't get to negotiate with me."
That got her both angry and anxious. She knew she couldn't win if shen pushed him so she tried a softer approach. "Victor, con. Maybe you're interested innow, but what if you get bored in a week?" He shot her a sideways glance, lips curving with mockery. "In such a hurry to run back to your ex, are you?" She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh? Didn't you just ask for an expiration date?" Victor's handsface remained onless. "Fine. Satisfytonight, and we'll talk." Isadora pressed her lips together, fingers knotting in her lap. She could feel her ears burning.
"So if I make you happy tonight, I get to negotiate?" He smirked, voice casual and languid. "You can try. I like a challenge."
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