Chapter 166

Victor didn't even bother to look up. "Sorry, I'm colorblind."

Mary frowned, piqued.

Was he just... completely uninterested?

She had a body that could make most men weak at the knees-she'd gotten used to the stares, the flirtatious grins, even the occasional nosebleed. But Victor? Not even a flicker of interest.

Did he have any idea how many men would kill for a chance to tear that dress off her?

Meanwhile, Magnus trailed closely behind Isadora, matching her every step.

Without warning, he reached out and spun her around, drawing her into his arms. In a smooth movement, he swept her straight onto the dance floor.

Isadora instantly tried to pull away, but tonight, the ballroom was packed with reporters-paparazzi just waiting to pounce on a headline. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention.

She lowered her voice, her words edged with anger.

"What are you doing? Magnus, do you even realize what you're doing right now? This is harassment."

He looked contrite. "I just wanted to talk to you. Really talk."

nearby noticed the striking couple gliding into the waltz, sparking a wave of murmurs

voice was cold, steely. "This relationship is ancient history.

He was watching them, his gaze icy and unreadable, like a winter storm about to break. Her heart clenched, unbidden. Even though she and Victor had

was earnest. "No, I love you. I don't want

chill gave way to exasperation. "But I don't

nothing left

way her eyes lingered on someone else. His voice

said nothing. Something this personal didn't deserve

eyes stung with unshed

could he not know her, after five

seen it before, when she'd

see you

a wry smile. “Well, thanks for the concern, Magnus. Always

dancing couples. His expression darkened, voice cold and flat as a winter

to dance,

just about given up when she heard Victor's

making

him a

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