HappyNovelChapter 450 Isadora looked up at him. Victor's handsface was unreadable, his lips pressed in a line, his entire focus fixed on feeding her.
She opened her mouth and obediently took another spoonful.
After she finished the soup, Victor set the bowl aside and pulled a tissue from the box, gently wiping the corner of her mouth.
His fingertip brushed her cheek, and warmth rushed to Isadora's face.
She reached for her glass, intending to take a sip of water, but Victor was quicker. He picked up the glass, refilled it with fresh warm water, and handed it to her.
Isadora's dark, clear eyes stayed on him as she accepted the glass and drank.
Once she finished, Victor stood, ready to return to the sofa and get back to his work.
But just as he straightened, Isadora reached out and carefully tugged at his shirt sleeve.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor turned, lowering his gaze to where her small hand clung to his sleeve.
Isadora bit her lip. "Victor, are you angry with me?" He looked at her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. After a moment's silence, he answered, "I told you, I could never be angry with you." "But you're so distant. You barely smile. You feed me, then go straight back to work. And today, you've hardly spoken to me." Isadora paused, counting on her fingers, "Not even ten sentences." Her voice was soft, a careful, almost pleading little accusation.
Victor sat down again, his gaze steady on her. She met his eyes, her own beautiful ones shining with a hint of hurt.
He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm only angry at myself." Isadora blinked.
He was angry at himself? She asked quietly, "Why?" Victor squeezed her hand, a self-mocking smile flickering across his lips, bittersweet and vulnerable.
He wasn't as strong as he pretended.
He was terrified.
It wasn't just that she hadn't taken care of herself.
What really hurt was that he hadn't managed to protect her.
"Isadora." He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, burying his face in the curve of her neck. He breathed her in, savoring her warmth-and when he spoke, his voice was deep, roughened by emotion.
She heard the plea in it, the raw humility.
"If I really matter to you, could you please... stop taking risks for other people?" Because if something happened to her again, he honestly wasn't sure he could survive it.
Isadora stilled, her heart pounding.
After a moment, she lifted her hand, threading her fingers gently through the back of his hair.
Her chest ached for this man.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. One of the security guards stepped in.
Victor sat up, his arms loosening a little.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, ma'am, your friend Wendy has been waiting outside ever since you woke up. She's been ther@all day and night. She asked if she could see you." fo Isadora met Victor's eyes. "You don't like Wendy, do you?" His face was impassive. "I don't like anyone who's hurt you." Isadora already knew the story.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt wasn't really Wendy's fault.
Nor was it hers.
The real blbelonged to whoever set the whole thing in motion.
But she understood:
If anything had happened to her because of this, the person who'd suffer most was Victor. She understood what he wanted.
He wanted her to put herself first.
Isadora turned to the guard. "Tell Wendy to get somerest Let hem know I'm The content is on vel novelenglish.net! awake, and when I'm better, I'll see her." The guard nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Silence fell again.
Isadora reached for Victor's hand, lacing her fingers through his, her voice soft and sincere know m running into danger to help others was reckless. I know how much it scared you. I promise, I won't ever do it again. So please, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
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