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.

draped around his neck. Droplets

woke up, this was the sight that greeted her: the image of a man

to stop herself from staring for a

muscles taut and defined. Tall and lean, he looked nothing like the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this light, Victor resembled a model straight out of

cheeks burn, her heart thudding a little

away, flustered, her voice shaky as she murmured a protest. "Why are you... taking a shower

her with dark, amused eyes. His lips curled in a faint

not what I meant. I just...

hint of laughter. "Miss

Isadora: "..."

could he

he was just as enthusiastic as she was-and now he was pinning it all on

her skin were still fresh and vivid, a reminder of just how

the soreness

clenched her fists, forcing herself

happened, she barely knew Victor. At the end

what people called

night; strangers

make a big deal

in the way her lashes

hidden, her brows drawn together in

now you want to

towel into the laundry basket and

Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.

rapped on the

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