Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 494

"Yes, exactly. I was driving in from the edge of Capitolion, and to my surprise, the trail led all the way here."

"It must be the owner of the ISA Grandeur Hotel. Do you know what that place means? I heard it was built just for the woman being proposed to today."

"She must be the leading lady-look how beautiful she is."

"No, did you see the man? He's even more handsome! Like a prince straight out of a fairytale!"

The surrounding chatter swelled, drowning out everything else.

Only then did Isadora realize what Nanette had meant earlier when she talked about a life-changing event.

Victor was proposing to her.

For the first time in her life, Isadora's palms were slick with nervous sweat, her blood rushing so hot it felt like it was simmering beneath her skin.

A sudden wave of regret washed over her.

She'd never been proposed to before. She had no idea what to do.

She was wearing a loose, deep navy dress-nothing fancy.

She hadn't even bothered with makeup.

Victor stepped toward her, his eyes dark as obsidian, brimming with a wild, overwhelming tenderness. In that moment, the entire world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them.

Victor had always preferred to keep a low profile.

year, the Fitzgerald Group received countless interview requests, but he

blurt it out one day: "Marry me?" Or perhaps he'd tease her in the intimacy of their bedroom, whispering

daydreams looked

over-the-top as this public proposal felt, Victor wanted Isadora

wanted her to look back on her life and

aside the moment she stepped out of the car. Noticing the shimmer in

want, I could make this happen for

his lips. He'd always thought he would resist this sort of thing, yet saying it to

her eyes, laughing through her tears. "I just can't help it. I'm so happy seeing her this way, but watching her take

as Victor came closer, every step he

could feel every curious, envious, gossip-hungry gaze fixed on

she could see was Victor, and in

lump rose in Isadora's throat. Her voice sounded small and a little

into a gentle smile.

I'm not even

"You look perfect."

"You're lying."

with a gentle hand. He

cheeks-tears she hadn't even

realized had fallen.

you're so beautiful

grew

a snow-white Samoyed bounded into view, its fluffy coat gleaming

to the nines in a tiny tuxedo, a sharp

firmly in