Isabella froze.
She couldn't speak. Instinctively, she wanted to shake her head, but before she could move, Victor reached out and pinched her chin between his fingers, forcing her to lift her face toward him. His eyes locked onto hers, scrutinizing her expression as if he were trying to read her soul.
He frowned slightly and asked with startling seriousness,
"Brandon Hughes and I… which one do you like better?"
The question was absurdly simple. Almost childish.
Yet his expression was so grave that even Emily, standing nearby, felt a chill crawl up her spine.
Vanessa had originally planned to drag Chloe away and leave as quickly as possible. She never expected Victor to appear here at all, let alone look as though he had been waiting.
Did Isabella really matter that much to him?
