Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 399

Victor waved his hand. "You can all leave now."

The six housekeepers bowed and quietly filed out, leaving the room in sudden silence.

Isadora couldn't help herself. "Is everyone in the Fitzgerald family always this... old-fashioned?"

She caught herself before saying "old-fashioned," and rephrased, "I mean, is this just how things are done here?"

It wasn't just the estate's stately, imposing architecture; the entire atmosphere seemed steeped in tradition, every detail bound by unspoken rules.

Isadora had only realized it after moving in yesterday.

Here, the staff followed strict protocols, their every gesture deliberate and formal. Any little mistake, and they'd kneel or apologize as if their lives depended on it. Victor reached over, tucking a stray lock of her hair gently behind her ear. "The Fitzgerald Mansion has carried on these traditions for well over a century. Generations of the family have lived under this roof."

He paused, his voice gentle. "Once we're married, you can live wherever you want. And if you decide to stay here, you're free to change anything you like, make it your own."

"Why?" Isadora asked, searching his eyes.

was unwavering, deep and sincere as he looked straight at her. "Because you're going to be

his fathomless eyes, her heart tangled

was using him just to spite Deanna... surely he'd be

lower

Isadora finished getting

remembered she'd agreed to an exclusive interview with a journalist

outfits that had just been brought in, she chose a white Chanel tweed dress-elegant, understated, and perfect

and led her down

the centerpiece: a massive walnut table, its surface dark and polished to a mirror-like shine Alongside it stood vintage, deep brown

as ever in a deep plum silk gown that shimmered subtly beneath

as she looked at Isadora—a cold, piercing intensity that sent

of the table was a middle-aged couple. The man wore a tailored, silver-gray suit that caught the light, while the woman was dressed in an opulent gown, her presence

were Deanna's

and pulled out a chair for her, seating her

When we heard you were back, your aunt and I made it a point

truth was, they'd both rushed over after receiving Deanna's tearful call the night