Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 112

Isadora's expression darkened, the last traces of drowsiness vanishing from her mind.

She hugged her arms around herself, her voice cool and distant. "So this is how you reward women, Mr. Fitzgerald?"

Victor could feel the shift-moments ago, the woman in his arms had been soft and affectionate, but now her mood seemed to turn on a dime.

He never understood how women's minds worked.

He just wanted to give her something, that was all.

But despite her even tone, Isadora's words were edged with distance.

Victor lowered his gaze and fixed her with a penetrating look. "I've told you before -I've only ever slept with you."

Sleep together? Sure, they had. But everyone in the city knew Victor Fitzgerald had a string of women vying for his attention. Of course he was used to handing out gifts and favors as if it meant nothing. Why would she be any different?

Isadora replied, "There's nothing I want, but thank you for your... generosity, Mr. Fitzgerald."

With that, she shifted away from Victor's embrace, moving to the far side of the bed.

Victor's eyes grew cold.

figure out what he'd

quiet breathing the only

and gently

pale cheek, thumb brushing

you

her core, stripping away the thin veil she used to protect herself. Her expression

Yes, she was sensitive.

live with the Vaughans, she'd felt like an outsider,

good, she'd say, "Isadora, you've

happy to accept whatever was offered, believing it

one Eleanor

they love you? They hand out little trinkets like that to the housekeepers when they do a

feel ashamed, not sit around waiting for scraps. You're pathetic, you know that? Just a pitiful charity

you didn't notice, my necklace is worth more than eighty grand. A little different from your

the hallway, leaving Isadora standing there,

didn't need the Vaughans' charity anymore, but

of hurt flashed in Isadora's eyes as

caught the emotion in her