Chapter 10

Fine, whatever.

Isadora, for the sake of you remembering to have the staff make me a hangover cure last night, I'll let this one slide.

Just this once, I'll put up with your attitude.

Magnus picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

It was the first time he'd ever called Isadora after a fight.

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

She turned off her phone!

Magnus gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles went white, a surge of anger rising in his chest.

Well played, Isadora.

So this is your idea of playing hard to get?

You've seriously crossed the line!

Without hesitation, Magnus dialed Lean, his voice taut with frustration. "Put the wedding dress on hold. Indefinitely."

Lean: "..."

The next morning, the sound of waves lapped gently against the shore. White curtains billowed softly at the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, caught in the ocean breeze.

the bathroom, bare-chested, a towel draped around

this was the sight that greeted her: the image of a man fresh from the

unable to stop herself from

the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this light, Victor resembled a model straight

cheeks burn, her heart thudding

her voice shaky as she murmured a protest. "Why are you... taking a

off his hair, glancing at her with dark, amused eyes. His lips curled in a faint smile. "Who says you

I just...

and teasing, carrying a hint of laughter. "Miss Vaughan, you're acting shy now? You sure

Isadora: "..."

he be so

as she was-and now he was pinning

skin were still fresh and vivid, a reminder

the soreness in her

fists, forcing herself to

what happened, she barely knew Victor. At the end of the day, they

what

at night; strangers again by

make a big deal out

her silently, taking in the way her lashes cast shadows over

her brows drawn together

together and now

laundry basket

Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.

rapped on

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