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Novel Catalog
Chapter 25
As the car crawled through the thick traffic, the tension in the air seemed to build with every passing moment. Eden could feel Victor’s eyes on her, and although she tried to focus on the scenery outside, her mind kept returning to him. The weight of his gaze was undeniable, and it made her restless. She had heard all sorts of rumors about him—his cold, distant demeanor, his apparent dislike for women, and the whispers that surrounded his personal life. But none of that seemed to fit with the man sitting beside her now. He was unpredictable, and she couldn’t quite figure him out.
Victor sat rigidly in his seat, his fingers clenched around the armrest, and though his face remained impassive, there was a tension in his posture that suggested a storm brewing beneath the surface. He had been so calm before, so composed, but now he seemed on edge, almost as if he were on the verge of losing control. Eden’s earlier comment about the sweetness of the lollipop seemed to have struck something deep within him. He hadn’t responded immediately, but his eyes had flickered with something—something almost painful.
His mind, though, wasn’t entirely on her words or on the candy. In the quiet of the car, he couldn’t help but reflect on what had just happened. Eden’s innocence, her simplicity—it all reminded him of someone. He was being foolish, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself from drawing the comparison to the past. The way she held the lollipop, the way she spoke so casually, the way her voice carried a warmth that made everything around her seem softer—it all mirrored memories he had buried long ago.
Victor didn’t want to think about those memories. He had worked so hard to distance himself from them, to build an empire that would fill the void that had been left. But Eden Bleu—her presence, her mannerisms—brought them all rushing back. It was as if a part of him had never truly let go, and now it was pushing to resurface.
As the car finally approached Fashion Square, the noise of the bustling city outside seemed to heighten the sense of urgency within Victor. He knew he couldn’t keep getting lost in these thoughts. There was too much at stake. The truth of who Eden Bleu really was—whether she was the same girl he had been searching for all these years—was something he had to discover, even if it meant facing painful truths.
Lucian’s voice broke through his thoughts, announcing that they had arrived. Victor snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting toward Eden. She was already starting to gather her things, ready to exit the car. There was no time for hesitation. He needed answers, and he needed them soon.
“Director Bleu,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of something unspoken, “let’s go inside. It’s time we discussed business.”
Eden nodded, sensing the change in his demeanor. There was no longer the same lightness in the air. Something had shifted, and the rest of the evening promised to be far more intense than she had expected.
As they entered the restaurant, Eden couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much deeper story—a story that would unravel in ways she couldn’t yet comprehend. And Victor? He wasn’t about to let go of whatever connection he felt, no matter how fleeting or uncertain it might be.
Both of them were stepping into unknown territory, and neither knew what awaited them on the other side.