Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 427

Victor's eyes were dark and unreadable-a pair of sharp, obsidian irises that lingered on Isadora's radiant face, studying her every delicate feature with unwavering intensity.

For a long moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick

and heavy.

Isadora's heart fluttered anxiously in her chest. She nervously twisted her fingers, unsure what to expect.

Then, Victor spoke—each word slow and deliberate, as if sealing a vow: "I could never be angry with you. Not ever."

His tone was so sincere, so solemn, that it sounded like a promise spoken beneath stained glass.

Isadora felt her eyes sting with sudden emotion. She quickly pressed her forehead to Victor's chest, hiding her face so he wouldn't see the tears brimming

in her eyes.

Against her ear, his steady heartbeat pulsed strong and unwavering, the sound echoing all the way to her own chest-a deep, grounding rhythm that made her feel both safe and weak at the knees.

After a while, Isadora finally managed to collect herself. Her voice was thick with emotion as she sniffled, "I don't even have a dress for the party tonight."

Victor had expected her to say something sweet, maybe even a little grateful for his words. He hadn't anticipated such an abrupt shift to party attire.

This woman... truly had a knack for spoiling the mood.

was his wife, and that meant she

was tinged with a trace of laughter. "Just wait.

was once again reminded of

the lavish space. Servants

their textures and colors catching the light in a dazzling display of luxury and beauty. Off to the side, a collection of priceless jewelry sparkled-diamond necklaces glinting with icy fire, pearl

as if the entire room had transformed into a

gowns, strutting a slow circle before Isadora, displaying each

the backrest, the other wrapped comfortably around Isadora's waist. He raised an eyebrow, a lazy smirk on his lips. "Go on. Take your

a new, exclusive design-this season's

the gowns were stunning, each more elegant

with options. Finally, she just pointed to one at random. "That

forward, carefully retrieving the gown she'd indicated and presenting it

a white gown with

and a daringly low

behind her like

shimmering

caught the light.

her casual choice would

turning oddly tense. "Are you sure about

couldn't help

Vightened, his tongue

against his teeth in