Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 359

The word "sweetheart" echoed in the air, and every head nearby turned toward the sound.

Isadora froze, stunned for a long moment.

She wasn't sure whether she should walk over or just bolt from the scene.

With more and more people glancing their way, their curiosity obvious, Isadora wished she could suddenly go deaf and simply run.

Leaning against the car, Victor's lips curled into a faint smile. In just a few long strides, he reached her, slid his arm under her knees, and swept her up into his arms.

And just like that, Isadora found herself being carried-in full view of everyone- right outside the Vaughan Galleria.

She could feel the taut muscles flexing in his arms, and her cheeks flushed with heat.

"Wow, a princess carry!"

"That's boyfriend material right there! So romantic!"

"I'm so jealous! All the good men are taken!"

Some of the Vaughan Group's senior staff recognized her, and their gossip quickly turned to excitement.

"Wait, isn't that our boss? President Vaughan!"

"When did President Vaughan get married? Didn't see a memo about that!"

"Quick, take a photo and post it in the group chat! The boss's boyfriend came to pick her up after work-what a rare sight!"

Lamborghini, gently setting her into the passenger seat before circling the

she kept her head down, ears blazing red. His deep voice was

time I've carried you, but you're blushing so hard it just makes me want to tease you more.

shooting him a glare. "This is right outside my office-you realize I still have to face

his long fingers on the steering wheel, his tone playful and rich. "Well, how about you add me to your company's

look. "You did that on purpose, didn't

"On purpose? I told you this morning I'd pick you

just you

"I wasn't kidding."

closer. "When I call you my wife, I mean

trying to escape the overwhelming scent of cedar that

me

so bad about it?" Victor's lips quirked in amusement. "You don't like me calling

what I

coaxing and lazy.

Hyou 'wife,' but you

fais d'? That doesn't

just

look out the window, thankful for

faint

"Not a chance."

car, the sound

ears.

guess I'll just have to spoil