Isadora was thinking along the same lines. "Thank you, Mr. Fawcett. You''ve helped me once again."


    Terrell''s voice was gentle. "Isadora."


    She took a sip of tea. "Yes?"


    "Aboutst night..."


    Her fingers tightened around the cup.


    "I''m sorry I didn''tfort youst night," Terrell said, regret in his tone.


    Isadora set her cup down, her expression sincere. "Mr. Fawcett, you already saved me. If not for you, I wouldn''t even be here today."


    He studied her intently, his voice low. "But in your eyes, I''m still just Mr. Fawcett."


    A question that had lingered in her mind finally found its way out. "Why do you care for me? We haven''t known each other that long."


    A faint, wry smile touched Terrell''s lips. "Sometimes, you just know. If I told you right now that I can''t imagine my life without you, I doubt you''d believe me. But, Isadora, I want you to know-I don''t mind that you''re pregnant. If you''ll let me, I''d like to take care of both of you."


    It was too much. Too heavy.


    "Mr. Fawcett, you don''t have to do this."


    Terrell''s next question was almost casual. "Is there someone else in your life now?"


    Isadora thought of Victor, of the imminent departure she''d been nning, and shook her head.


    A flicker of hope lit Terrell''s eyes. "So, there''s still a chance for me."


    "Can I ask... what kind of man is the baby''s father?"


    Silence settled between them.


    Just as Terrell thought she wouldn''t answer, Isadora spoke quietly. "When everyone else walked away, he was the only one who stood by me, no questions asked."


    She knew, deep down.


    During that time, she had been the recipient of Victor''s unique affection.


    It might not have been love, not in the way she dreamed, but she''d felt Victor''s


    genuine kindness-a kind of devotion that was rare.


    He''d defended her when others had hurt her, he''d given her that sapphire bracelet, orchestrated a sky full of fireworks just for her, even built the ISA Grandeur Hotel in her honor...


    Hearing this, Terrell''s expression darkened, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Seems I was toote."


    "But as long as you''re still single, I''m not giving up."


    Isadora snapped back to the present. She wasn''t sure if his words were meant for her-or for himself.


    "When I leave Capitolion, nothing here will matter anymore. My child and I... we''ll start over somewhere new."


    That evening, the city skyline came


    alive under the neon glow,


    skyscrapers outlined in a dazzling


    array of lights. Far above, stars began to pierce the dusk, scattering across the city''s canvas.


    Isadora finished her work and headed downstairs to leave the office.


    The moment she stepped outside, she noticed people around her turning in the same direction, whispering in awe.


    "Wow, look at that car! That''s one of only fifteen limited-edition Lamborghinis in


    the world-it must be worth millions! Absolutely incredible."


    "As stunning as the car is, the man next to it is even more breathtaking! He''s got that striking, rebellious charm-just look at him!"


    Isadora followed their gaze.


    Parked a short distance away was a Lamborghini that practically glowed beneath the city lights. Leaning


    casually against the door was Victor, hands in his pockets, his chiseled features softened by an air ofnguid confidence. His ck dress shirt was unbuttoned at the cor, adding to the allure. He stood there, effortlessly capturing everyone''s attention.


    As if sensing her presence, Victor looked up. When he saw Isadora, his brow


    lifted ever so slightly and a yful smile curved his lips.


    "Hey, sweetheart. I''m here to pick you up."