Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 257

Victor cut her off coldly, his expression unreadable. "Ms. Blaine, Isadora considers you a close friend."

Rowena froze.

Everyone knew Victor had zero patience for other women-unless their name was Isadora.

So, without a flicker of warmth in his voice, he continued, "She told me you once helped her, so she invested in your design firm. I never thought much of it, but I supported her decision. Clearly, that investment was a mistake."

Rowena's face fell.

He could see right through her, all the way to the thoughts she tried so hard to hide.

It was true.

Jealousy and vanity had led her to nurse a hopeless crush on this man.

Trying to defend herself, Rowena stammered, "I know you and Isadora go back longer than I do... I'm sorry, I don't have any other motives-"

Victor let out a mirthless laugh. "Then you should be grateful. It's only because of her that you're even standing here. Remember your place. I won't let Isadora get hurt because of you."

Back in the private lounge, the chill in Victor's eyes was gone. The stern mask he wore outside had vanished, replaced by an easygoing air as he lounged on the couch. Watching the laughter on Isadora's face, he drew her hand into his, running his thumb along her skin. "What's so funny over here?"

told. Her lips curled in a perfect smile, and her eyes sparkled as she glanced

about

laced with amusement. "Oh? What could you possibly have to say

of her recent nomination for an indie film award, grinned and played along. "With you, Prince Charming, how could anyone complain? Isadora was saying she was

laughing. "Don't listen to her, Victor. She just

an eyebrow playfully. "Is that

tried to keep a straight

"Well, true or not, I'll have to do

look. "I don't

the door swung

The sight of Isadora and Victor bantering so affectionately made

noticed. "Rowena, is

not feeling well. I think I'll

"Wait, Rowena-?"

could finish, Rowena had already grabbed

as if

"What's up

Rowena's hasty exit, her

drumming thoughtfully on the back of Isadora's head,

hopeless sometimes, you know

rubbed her forehead. "What