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.

Fitzgerald Group received countless interview requests,

mind, a proposal should be spontaneous—maybe he'd just blurt it out one day: "Marry me?" Or perhaps he'd tease her in the intimacy of their bedroom, whispering the words while she

of his daydreams looked anything like

this public proposal felt, Victor wanted Isadora to

wanted her to look back on her life and feel she'd missed

out of the car. Noticing the shimmer in her eyes, he assumed she was

want, I could make this happen

always thought he would resist this sort

the corners of her eyes, laughing through her tears. "I just can't help it. I'm so happy seeing her this way, but watching her take this huge step forward—I

every step he took

feel every curious, envious, gossip-hungry

Victor, and in his eyes, there was only

throat. Her voice sounded small and a little plaintive. "I didn't put on any makeup

into a gentle smile. "You

I'm not

"You look perfect."

"You're lying."

the distance, reaching out with a gentle hand. He brushed away the

cheeks-tears she hadn't even

realized had fallen.

believe you're so beautiful

grew

view, its fluffy

tiny tuxedo, a sharp

in his