Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 405

Isadora found herself thinking of Victor.

All the memories of these past months with him surfaced-his arrogance, his devil-may-care attitude, the way he seemed so effortlessly in control of everything. And yet, for all his confidence and charm, he could be surprisingly gentle and, in his own way, possessive-especially when it came to her.

A smile tugged at Isadora's lips. "He's the kind of man who makes me feel truly safe."

Nicol grinned. "Sounds like President Vaughan's boyfriend is quite the catch! So, how did you two meet?"

Isadora kept it simple. "He saved me."

Nicol's eyes widened. "He saved you? That sounds like a story-no wonder you feel safe with him! Can you tell us a bit about what he's like day-to-day?"

Isadora laughed lightly. "Well, he can get on my nerves sometimes, but most of the time, he's incredibly gentle."

The audience buzzed with excitement: "Gentle! Makes you feel safe! Isn't she talking about The Fawcett Group's Terrell Fawcett?"

Another voice chimed in, "Terrell is the perfect fit! He's got that effortless charm— so dashing and composed!"

Someone else called out, "This is so sweet! Just get together already!"

crowd's energy, teased, "So, it looks like everyone's already

cut to a man standing among the

silver-gray

with his presence tonight? Maybe he just wanted to make sure President Vaughan didn't have to face the interview alone-how thoughtful! We're all a little

erupted into delighted

official! Make it

"Get married already!"

stunned when she saw

Nicol had already abandoned her spot next to Isadora and moved to center stage,

the audience, was frozen in

show's producer. "Wait, this isn't right! Wasn't

interview? Why is Terrell being

producer waved away his concern, practically vibrating with excitement.

*

The

executive office was vast

back in his chair, legs crossed carelessly, his long fingers tracing the edge of a crystal photo frame on his desk. His dark eyes lingered on the image of a little girl inside, his fingertip gently brushing the glass, a faint smile playing on