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

was empty. The penthouse was

at the entrance,

a moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from

Step by step-

looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man emerge from one

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

hand-tailored Italian black shirt and suit

setting

all day had faded. In

straight to the

a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, uncorked it, and poured himself a

swift motion, the sound of his throat working strangely alluring in the quiet room. His dark

silence, she spoke

here to

across Victor's lips. "What, do you need

back

"Right. Sorry to intrude."

she stepped

left it weeks ago-nothing had

penthouse, once devoid of any sign of life, still bore traces

realized, until now, that she'd actually lived

thought, Isadora headed to the storage room and grabbed a cardboard

methodically from the living room to the bedroom, tossing in anything she'd ever

he stood, expression unreadable, eyes trailing

brisk efficiency, showing not