BookToReadChapter 234 Her forehead was slick with a fine sheen of sweat.
Isadora couldn't shake the sensation-the warmth and solid strength of a broad chest, the reassuring weight of a large hand. It all felt far too real.
So real, in fact, that for a moment she thought she was truly wrapped in a man's embrace.
She slowly opened her eyes, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, and saw the sharp line of a man's jaw.
Victor was wearing a bathrobe-loosely tied, the sash hanging carelessly at his waist. His toned abs were on full display, and a hint of dampness clung to his skin, as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. He radiated an easygoing, lazy energy.
On reflex, Isadora shoved him away and rolled to the very edge of the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe frowned, her voice edged with wariness. "Why are you back all of a sudden?" Victor couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. "What's wrong, were you hiding someone in here? That's quite a response." Isadora felt drained, her body weak and listless from her period.
She tossed off the covers and made to get up. "I'll sleep in the guest room." Victor reached out, his hand closing firmly around her slender arm. With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled her right back.
The next thing she knew, she was sprawled across his chest, her eyes level with the smooth, sun-kissed muscles there.
Above her, Victor's voice cdown, lazy and low, with that signature seductive edge. "Why?" Isadora propped herself up, her tone clipped. "I'm not exactly in the mood, okay?" The implication was obvious: Whatever Mr. Fitzgerald had in mind tonight, it wasn't going to happen.
Victor shot her a sidelong glance, his eyes half-lidded with mischief. "Did I say I wanted anything? Just relax." He kept her tucked right there against his chest.
Isadora's face was pressed against his bare skin, his chin resting in her hair.
Victor's hand was still on her abdomen, gently massaging in slow, soothing circles.
She had to admit, his touch did ease the cramps-at least, a little.
But the mix of sandalwood and aftershave radiating from him was overwhelming, enveloping her completely, leaving Isadora with nowhere to hide.
She felt like his pet-pampered when he was in the mood, ignored whenever it suited him.
The thought made her chest tighten, her head swim with frustration.
She tried to wriggle free again, her voice stubborn. "I just want to sleep by myself tonight." Victor leaned down, his dark eyes holding her gaze for a long moment. "Why the attitude, huh?" Isadora's reply was icy. "I'm not feeling well. I'd really prefer to rest alone." Her tone was cold, her whole demeanor radiating an unmistakable "keep your distance" vibe.
Victor lifted his eyes, lips curled in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "So, I'm the problem? You can't sleep withhere?" Without another word, he got up, towering over her for a moment before walking out.
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Isadora watched the door swing shut, the sight of his retreating back m ve.
lingering in her mind. She blinked, fingers clenching the edge of the blanket a little tighter.
Then, with a sigh, she lay back down and pulled the covers over her head.
Across town, Finley Pembroke had just finished a long surgery when his phone rang.
"What? Victor, did I hear you right? Or did you get the wrong number?" He, a distinguished chief surgeon and director, was being called about...a woman's period? "Her period? There's nothing forto do! Send someone else!"
"If she's in pain, give her spainkillers and make her shot soup. If she's upset, comfort her a little. That'll work better than anything I can do. Hello? Victor?" The call had already been cut off.
Behind Finley, a few attending snurses doctors and nurses couldn't help but spicker at his expense. Finley's eye twitched. So much for a lifetof professional dignity.
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