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.

confident, but in truth, one drink would knock her

her lashes, and then shot

both seemed to think she was just having an

her lips together. She hadn't planned to

felt like she

seated at the head of

distant, radiating

that this was the same man

his gaze drifting from the five bottles of

take

girls. There's no way we can handle that much alcohol. Could

a breath. Had she really just tried

smile playing on his lips. "And why should

this

Wendy was completely lost.

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

giving you such a great

pressure mounting, but it was

that made her

couldn't stand the thought of him looking down

for a bottle, ready

cheered,