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.

as he looked straight at her. "Because you're going to be my

fathomless eyes, her

using him just to spite Deanna... surely

lower her gaze,

while later, Isadora

she'd agreed to an exclusive interview with a

brought in, she chose a white Chanel tweed dress-elegant,

and led her

a mirror-like shine Alongside it stood vintage, deep

regal as ever in a deep plum silk gown that shimmered subtly beneath the chandelier's glow. A string of luminous pearls graced her

in Deanna's eyes as she looked at Isadora—a cold, piercing

a tailored, silver-gray suit that caught the light, while the woman

were Deanna's

and pulled out a chair for her, seating her at

genial smile. "Victor, it's been ages. When we heard you were back, your aunt and I made

over after