Her lips tightened as she snapped back, "Eat it or not. If you don't want to eat, then forget it!"
She thought he would be satisfied and drop it.
But Victor was Victor.
He never retreated.
His voice came again, calm and shameless. "It would be a waste if you don't eat it."
He paused, as if smiling. "I'll remember it."
Isabella's heart suddenly skipped.
Those words… sounded too much like a promise between lovers.
Like something a man would say after teasing his girlfriend, deliberately leaving her flustered.
She pursed her lips, trying to suppress the strange feeling rising in her chest.
Then, as if remembering something, Victor's voice suddenly sank again. "Do you think I'm old?"
Isabella froze.
Old?
The man who could intimidate an entire banquet hall just by standing there, the man who looked like he was carved out of ice and steel… old?
She remembered his earlier words about "young hunks" and suddenly felt an urge to tease him back, just to see his reaction.
