Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 64

She missed him-desperately, in fact. Even though she was exhausted after wrapping up her latest project, she'd rushed straight from work to Magnus's house. She texted him on the way and spent the evening cooking a whole table's worth of food.

She could hardly wait for their dinner together.

But by eleven o'clock, her phone was still silent.

Even the housekeeper kept stepping out, glancing uneasily at Isadora, who sat alone at the sprawling dining table, disappointment written all over her face.

It was nearly midnight when Magnus finally walked through the door.

He took one look at the spread of now-cold dishes and simply frowned.

Isadora couldn't keep it in any longer. "If you weren't coming home for dinner, why didn't you just tell me?"

Magnus just shrugged. "I thought I texted you back."

What a joke.

Isadora's face went cold.

Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose, irritation heavy in his voice. "Isadora, I'm busy. If it's important, call me. Don't just send a message."

Oh, please. Did he think she hadn't tried? His phone had been switched off!

And yet, Victor was busy too-he was CEO of a major corporation. But at least he always made the effort to reply, even if just as a friend.

if someone loves you, how could they forget to respond,

was finally

meeting dragged on much longer

time Isadora got back to Brocade Heights, it was nearly

on the eighteenth floor,

doors slid open, she spotted a

She blinked. Magnus.

just walked out of a boardroom-sharp, imposing, and distant. His brows were drawn together, and there

complained her place was too small, too cramped-he'd never

a few feet away, she caught the strong scent of

Isadora instinctively stepped back.

a good day; when he'd been drinking, his temper was even

she'd hung up on him earlier? Was he here to make a

hesitation, Isadora raised her phone and snapped a quick

door tonight? Looks like Magnus wants to apologize. Ha! Elise, looks like we're making up tonight. Hope you're

walk past him and unlock her

heels echoed sharply in the

the sound, fixing her with those intense, deep-set

been a few days, but she looked

maybe not. There was a new energy to her, a confidence that outshone the shadows of

it. No way Isadora could be genuinely happy while they were breaking up. She

of hers felt like a slap