Isabella nodded and waited for the answer.
However, Victor didn't answer.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, and instead of easing the atmosphere, it made it sharper, like the edge of a blade.
Isabella's lips parted slightly. She felt awkward, and for the first time, she felt that the man in front of her was deliberately pushing her into a corner.
Not with words.
But with that gaze.
With that oppressive stillness.
She exhaled, irritation mixing with embarrassment, and finally called him in a low voice.
"Victor."
It was the first time she had ever said his name with such seriousness, such weight.
His brows knitted.
His eyes locked onto her face, studying her as if she were some rare painting he had only just realized was priceless. Her eyes were large and perfectly shaped, her nose small and delicate, her lips soft and pink, and even without makeup, her face carried a kind of natural charm that made it impossible to ignore.
