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.

could they forget to respond, leaving you waiting all

God she was finally moving

on much longer

time Isadora got back to Brocade Heights, it was

apartment was on the eighteenth floor,

doors slid open, she spotted a

She blinked. Magnus.

still in his black suit, tie perfectly knotted, looking like he'd just walked out of a boardroom-sharp, imposing, and distant. His brows were drawn together, and there were dark circles under his eyes, as though he'd been

complained her place

feet away, she caught the strong

Isadora instinctively stepped back.

enough on a good day; when he'd been drinking,

on him

moment's hesitation, Isadora raised her phone and snapped a quick photo. She sent it to

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

walk past him and unlock her door, pretending

heels echoed sharply in

fixing her

few days, but she

not. There was a new energy to her, a confidence

be genuinely happy while they were breaking up. She had to be faking

of hers felt like