NovelStartChapter 351 Victor strode over and dropped to one knee, half-crouching before her. His dark eyes swept over Isadora from head to toe, scanning for injuries, only relaxing when he saw she was safe.
But the moment he noticed her pale face, a sharp ache twisted in his chest.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, voice raw. "I got here too late." At his words, the tears Isadora had been fighting finally spilled over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hadn't wanted this baby-not at first. But when she decided to keep it, that choice held all her courage and hope. If anything had happened tonight... she would never have forgiven herself.
Victor saw the tears on her cheeks-crystal bright, cutting straight into his heart. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing away the wetness at the corners of her eyes, his tone soft and teasing, "Con, you're a grown woman. Still crying like a little girl?" For once, Isadora didn't argue back. She simply didn't have the strength. Fear still trembled inside her, refusing to let go.
Suddenly, she reached out and threw her arms around Victor, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She clung to him tightly, as if she were terrified he might disappear.
Victor froze for a heartbeat, then slowly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. His dark gaze softened, full of pain for her.
Across the hallway, Terrell Fawcett returned with a bottle of water, only to see Isadora collapse into Victor's embrace. His face remained impassive, but something in his gentle eyes flickered and dimmed.
He didn't approach. After a moment, he set the water bottle down on a bench, turned, and walked slowly away his figure radiating quiet loneliness.
Isadora sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking. Hot tears slid down Victor's neck, soaking into his shirt, burning like fire.
Victor felt as if something was squeezing his heart, the pain radiating through his body, stealing his breath. Was this woman made of water? How could she possibly have so many tears? The more Isadora cried, the more Victor itched to destroy anyone who'd ever made her suffer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis voice was low and hoarse, barely restrained. "Isadora, even if... even if we lost this one, we could always try again. If that's what you want." Isadora cried for a little while longer, then slowly pulled away, wiping at her nose. In a small, shaky voice, she said, "I only want this one." Victor stared at her, eyes intense, his tone possessive and fierce. "Alright, then nothing's going to happen to it. If it even dares, I'll have words with it myself." Isadora's tense features finally eased a little at his joke.
Seeing her relax, Victor felt his own heart unclench.
Only then did Isadora remember to ask, "How did you know to chere?"
Victor's eyes narrowed, his gaze unreadable as he gave a short laugh. "Your friend-she's got @ts. She stood in front of my car of my car, wavingdown @rying her eyes out and beggingto come. But really, this whole mess tonight is on her." So Wendy had gone to Victor for help. Which meant she'd been tricked by Rowena Blaine, too.
A cold glint flashed through Isadora's eyes. Rowena. She wouldn't let her get away with this-not again.
Isadora drew a deep breath. "It's not Wendy's fault. She was just used."
Victor's lips curled in a dismissive smirk. "She's still responsible for what happened to you tonight. Don't talk toabout being used-speople are just reckless. Even if it wasn't on purpose, she's still part of it. swñovel Isadora looked up at him, her voice soft. "Vi-Victor."
At the sound of his name, the hard lines of Victor's face softened. He met her gaze, his voice still arrogant but tinged with warmth. "Alright, whatever you say. But promisethis no more tears tonight. Ifyou cry again, whoever made you cry-I'll make sure they regret it." She couldn't help but roll her eyes. All this fuss just because she'd let her guard down and cried in front of him- he was already acting like it was the end of the world.
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