Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 297

Isadora couldn't help but raise her voice in protest.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you're the one who bought all this stuff!"

Victor let out a low, dismissive chuckle. "It was pretty expensive. Make sure you leave me the bill."

"Victor!" Isadora called his name, exasperation slipping into her tone.

She stood up, jaw clenched.

"Fine. I'll go pack it up myself, and we'll settle up later."

She hung up.

Isadora pulled off her pajamas and changed into a plain white tee and a pair of jeans, tossing a mid-length brown coat over her shoulders a look that was crisp and no-nonsense.

She hailed a cab and headed straight for Summit Crest Estates.

Half an hour later,

She stepped out of the taxi and took the elevator up to the 66th floor.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open.

Isadora walked out slowly.

Every chandelier in the living room blazed with warm, golden light.

Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights shimmered

stars, their reflections dancing across

The penthouse was so

stood at the

moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from down

Step by step-

see a tall, broad-shouldered man emerge from one of the rooms, moving with a casual, unconcerned

still dressed exactly as he'd been at The Fitzgerald Group

hand-tailored Italian black shirt

setting

all day had faded. In

straight

shelf, uncorked it, and poured himself a generous

throat working strangely alluring in the quiet room. His dark eyes

the silence, she

here to

Victor's lips. "What, do you need an invitation to

back

"Right. Sorry to intrude."

that, she stepped

as she'd left it weeks

once devoid of any sign of life, still bore traces of the life they'd

that she'd actually lived here with

the thought, Isadora headed to the storage room and

bedroom, tossing

he stood, expression unreadable, eyes trailing

brisk efficiency, showing not a hint