Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 389

Deanna's pupils constricted sharply. She couldn't even get a full sentence out.

Isadora slipped her hand around Victor's arm, leaning so close it was as if she was clinging to him for dear life.

But deep in her eyes, cold and bright as winter stars, flashed a trace of hatred she could no longer hide.

Watching Deanna's panic and shock, Isadora's lips curled slowly into a faint, satisfied smile.

Victor glanced down, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watched Isadora's gesture. He slid his arm around her slender waist, pulling her halfway into his embrace.

"Isadora's expecting," he announced calmly. "Once my father's hundred-day memorial has passed next month, we'll be getting married."

The household staff, hearing this, lowered their heads so far they nearly buried their faces in their chests. No one dared even to breathe.

"What did you just say?!"

There was a heavy thud.

Deanna's whole body seemed to unravel, her strength gone. She collapsed shakily onto the nearest chair.

shouted, her voice sharp with fury, "Victor! Do you even see me as your

gaze turned icy, his face hard, the

things happen behind my back. That was

Isadora

ashen, and under Victor's piercing, frosty stare, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down

standing nearby, cried out, "She can't breathe! Somebody,

rushed

Deanna,

half-reclined in her chair,

dropped

this has nothing to do with Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was Rowena who came to

Isadora, so took matters into my own hands. I kept Isadora's mother and friend's under control so she couldn't say anything about the press conference. Mrs. O Fitzgerald knew nothing

Victor's voice was cold, utterly

her legs giving out as she knelt and began to bow her head repeatedly to the

sir,

his lips. "Since you admit

smiling, but to everyone in the room,

her face as white as a

"Mrs. Fitzgerald... goodbye."