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.

fury, "Victor! Do you even

his face hard, the corners of his mouth twisting with

many things happen behind my back. That was

threaten Isadora

if a mountain was pressing down on her chest. She suddenly couldn't breathe and started

out, "She can't breathe!

rushed in from

hurried to treat Deanna, everyone tense

a long while before Deanna, half-reclined in her chair,

dropped to her

to do with Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was Rowena who came

kept Isadora's mother and friend's under control so she couldn't say anything about the press conference. Mrs. O Fitzgerald knew nothing about it." Cóntent belongs

really?" Victor's voice was cold, utterly devoid

out as she knelt and began to bow her head

was all me! Please, sir, forgive me!

lips. "Since you admit it,

was smiling, but to everyone in the

up, her face as white as a

"Mrs. Fitzgerald... goodbye."