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.

panic-she might look confident, but in truth, one drink would

her lashes, and then shot the same

to think she was just having an eye

her lips together. She hadn't planned to

felt like she was being

gaze flickered to the man seated

every bit the aristocrat-refined, distant, radiating an icy

that this was the same man

from his lips, his gaze drifting from the five bottles of whiskey on the table

couldn't take it

we can handle that much

sucked in a breath. Had she really just tried to bargain

lazy smile playing on his lips.

how this was supposed to

Wendy was completely lost.

angering Victor, hurried things

already giving you such

pressure

presence that made her even

stand the thought of him

for a bottle, ready to drink straight from

crowd cheered,