Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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Chapter 342 Rowena scrolled through her phone until she found an old photo of Isadora, then handed it over.

Preston squinted, a flicker of greed flashing in his eyes. "She's actually prettier than you." A glint of malice danced in Rowena's gaze-she knew she had him now. "I can get her for you, if you want. All yours." * After leaving Verdant Pavilion, Victor drove straight to the Vaughan family's estate.

A bright yellow Lamborghini idled a short distance from the grand front gates.

Victor lounged lazily in the driver's seat, eyeing the illuminated house. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The line was busy.

No answer.

Victor fired off a text.

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A red exclamation mark appeared immediately.

"Message sent, but the recipient has blocked you." Victor let out a short, incredulous laugh.

So, Isadora really had gone and blocked him.

He tapped the steering wheel with his long, elegant fingers, then called Kemp instead.

Kemp answered promptly, voice deferential. "Mr. Fitzgerald, what can I do for you?" "Call Isadora for me." "Sorry?" "Do you needto repeat myself?" Kemp caught on-his boss had been blocked.

"Understood, sir. I'll take care of it." A moment later, Kemp dialed Isadora as instructed.

Isadora, lying in bed, frowned at the unfamiliar number. She'd forgotten to block this one, too.

After a moment's hesitation-worried the call might wake Eleanor-she picked up.

"Miss Vaughan, Mr. Fitzgerald is outside your house. He says if you don't cout, he'll just let himself in." Isadora: ...

She got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled aside the blue curtains.

Sure enough, not far from the gate, sat that obnoxiously flashy yellow Lamborghini.

Just like its owner.

A few minutes later, Isadora stepped out-slippers on her feet, a white nightgown under a gray knit cardigan.

Victor spotted her, frowned, grabbed his tailored suit jacket from the passenger seat, got out, and draped the jacket over her shoulders.

His jacket was far too big for her, making her look even more petite.

"Aren't you cold? You cout dressed like this?" Isadora's expression was blank. "Say what you need to say." Victor let out a soft laugh, teasing, "Someone's in a mood tonight. Did you have a fight with your dinner?" Seeing she wasn't in the mood, he didn't push further.

He lowered his head, his dark eyes locked onto her, voice deep and smooth. "I'm sorry. This week's been att about my grandfather's funeral, and you wouldn't answer my calls. This was the only way to make you see me." "If you're done, I'm going back inside." Isadora turned to leave.

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Victor wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, his hands tightening around her waist as if he could keep her there forever.

"I haven't slept in days." She smelled faintly of gardenias-a scent both fresh and intoxicating.

Victor buried his face in her hair for a moment.

Isadora's lashes trembled.

"Don't you feel sorry for me? I look like a wreck-take a good look." He gently turned her around to face him, his eyes dancing with a teasing smile. Isadora looked away.

"So cold. I've been trying to cheer you up all evening and not even a hint of a smile What did your grandmother say to you the other day? Is that why you're acting like this with me?" She hadn't expected him to know.

"Isadora." Victor's voice softened as he lifted her chin, his gaze deep and sincere.

"Whatever she said doesn't matter to me. Just givea little time. Myn grandfather just passed and the family needs a while to settle. Once everything's sorted, we'll get married."

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