Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 205

Victor's chiseled features were as expressionless as ever; his lips curled in the faintest hint of a smile. "You'll have to wait until the next life for that," he said coolly.

Deanna's smile was warm, almost indulgent. “But isn't your fiancée, Gemma Lennox from LS Capital Holdings, about to graduate? Maybe it'll happen as soon as next year."

Victor's eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. "You mean the one who's barely out of diapers?"

"Watch your mouth," Deanna chided gently, stepping forward to pat her grandson's shoulder.

He gave a low, mocking chuckle. "Am I wrong? When you all made that verbal agreement, how old were we? My only memory of her is as a kid still clutching a bottle."

Deanna felt a little dizzy listening to him. She knew Victor had never really acknowledged the engagement-and now certainly wasn't the time to push it. This would take patience.

For now, the most important thing was to clear out the scheming women hovering around her grandson.

Fitzgerald, sir, lunch is ready. Would you please come to the

at the Fitzgerald estate were always an event. The three-meter-long Italian mahogany table gleamed under the chandelier, set with immaculate silverware and sparkling glasses. Dorian Fitzgerald hadn't returned yet,

standing off to the side sneaking glances at Victor, hesitated before

out of a royal banquet, with delicate cutlery lined up from forks to spoons, all

to carefully extract the tender meat and place it on a white porcelain plate. First, she offered some to Deanna, then-pretending casualness-stood, and placed a generous

she said. "It's fresh Alaskan king crab, flown in from Europe this morning. The meat is especially

from his bowl back onto the table with a clatter.

instantly brought

red; her hand tightened around

don't remember you ever being allergic to crab when you were young. Am I

chair, his tone laced with scorn. "Grandmother, I'm not the little boy you used to know. There's a lot

liked coming back