Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 218

Wendy blinked in surprise as the man appeared in the doorway.

Wasn't this the same guy she'd seen the other day, the one who'd been waiting for Isadora—and had tossed away that bouquet of gorgeous lavender?

She'd even picked up those flowers and put them in a vase at the design studio.

Judging by the way everyone treated him, this man had to be the most important person in the room.

Did that mean there was hope for them after all?

Wendy felt a flicker of relief and turned anxiously to Isadora. "Isadora..."

But Isadora stood there with a perfectly calm expression, showing no reaction at all.

Why were they both acting like strangers? Now wasn't the time for this!

Someone, please get me out of this drinking mess!

Victor pulled out a cigarette. Instantly, a lackey jumped forward, flicking open a lighter to help him. The flame glowed red at his long fingers as he took a slow drag, his voice cool and indifferent: "What's going on here?"

Someone laughed, eager to explain. "Oh, it's nothing. The pretty young lady here begged Mr. Oakley for a chance and volunteered to drink with us!"

Jonathan, feeling important in front of Victor, puffed up with confidence. "You two should feel honored. Not everyone gets to have a drink with the most eligible bachelor in Capitolion. If you both finish, I'll let you skip the preliminaries and go straight to the finals."

All eyes turned to Wendy and Isadora.

but in

her lashes,

she was just

lips together. She hadn't

she was being

to the man seated at

bit the aristocrat-refined, distant, radiating an

the same man who'd spent the night beside

gaze drifting from the five bottles

couldn't take it

way we can handle that much alcohol. Could you please

breath. Had she really just tried

eyebrow, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "And

wasn't how this

Wendy was completely lost.

afraid of angering Victor, hurried things along. "Come on, don't get

giving you such

the pressure mounting, but it

that made her even more

couldn't stand the thought of

reached for a bottle, ready to drink straight

cheered, some even