Chapter 486 "That's what you say, but I just can't shake this uneasy feeling." "Well, do you love him?" Isadora nodded, then realized Nanette couldn't see her through the phone. "I do. I love him very much." "Then that's all that matters! You two love each other. There's no need to overthink it—what you need to focus on now is taking care of yourself and the baby." Suddenly, something occurred to Isadora. "Oh no!" "What's wrong?" "I don't think I've ever actually told Victor 'I love you' out loud. Not even once." Nanette was silent for a moment.
"Wow, your prince charming is head over heels for you, isn't he? Honestly, Isadora, how did you find someone like that? I'm so jealous!" "Isn't Finley good enough?" "Please." Nanette scoffed. "Compared to Victor, Finley barely registers-like, if you started digging, you'd have to go pretty deep to even find a trace of him. Luckily, I don't expect too much from him, so it's fine." "I have to get ready for filming. Don't overthink it. If you love him, tell him. Men need reassurance too, you know." After the call ended, her phone rang again.
This time, it was Eleanor.
Isadora heard her mother's incredulous voice on the other end. "Isadora, is it true about those shares in The Fitzgerald Group?" "Yes," Isadora replied.
"Wow!" Eleanor couldn't hide her shock and cleared her throat. "Now, listen, I'm not money-hungry, I just see how good Victor is to you, and as your mother, that makeshappy." "I recall you weren't always a fan of his." "Oh, that was just a lapse in judgment. Lettell you something, honey: a man who spends money on you might not love you, but a man willing to give you his entire fortune? He definitely loves you." Isadora felt a little dizzy after hearing that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut, if she was honest, it did sort of make sense.
"By the way, you still haven't mailedthose ID documents I asked for," Isadora reminded her.
"I'll send them this instant! Go get your marriage license soon and don't let Victor slip away." The power of money-nothing like it.
Everyone's attitude had completely changed overnight.
Isadora couldn't help but wonder if maybe the shares were Victor's way of baiting everyone around her, trapping her into staying with him.
Evening came.
Isadora left the office, deliberately avoiding the rush of employees heading home.
All day, she'd felt the weight of everyone's curiosity, as if every coworker was dying to corner her for an exclusive scoop. It was exhausting. And if Victor showed up too? The gossip would never end.
She took the elevator down to the parking garage.
There was Victor, leaning against the car, one hand in his pocket, scrolling through his phone. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up.
Victor shut off his phone, ready to walk over and greet her.
But Isadora dashed right past him, slipped around the car, flung open the passenger door, and hopped in-all in one smooth, practiced motion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor felt a gust of wind as she breezed past him. By the the turned, she was already buckled into the seat.
Did she really not want to be seen with him that badly? Was she that mad? His pride took a hit.
Victor opened the driver's door and slid inside, grumbling, "You you're acting like you're show around. Like I'm someone you're ashamed to be seen with." Isadora shot him a look.
Well, whose fault is that?
She turned in her seat to face him, bracing herself against the centen console, "Is there something you haven't told me? Now's your chance to cclean." An interrogation? Victor frowned. "You alone are enough to keepon my toes-when would I even find tfor secrets?"
"That's not what I mean!" Isadora cleared her throat.
oat, "Why did your transfer twenty percent of The Fitzgerald Group's shares to me?" "Oh." So that's what this was about.
Suddenly, Isadora grabbed his tie, yanking him closer. "Tell me-are you om using those shares to makefeel guilty? So fill stop giving you a hard time, behave myself, and end up eternally grateful to you?"