Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 503

Isadora's eyes sparkled, bright and lively, shimmering like starlight dancing across

a midnight lake. Her lips curved as she broke into a radiant smile.

She teased, "Mr. Fitzgerald, if we don't hurry, city hall will close for the day."

Victor paused, then a subtle smile played on his lips, his dark eyes softening with warmth.

He reached for her hand, and together they started toward city hall, each step measured and sincere.

His tall, upright figure cast a broad shadow that enveloped her completely, as if to say that no matter what lay ahead, he would shield her from it all.

Their palms pressed together, warm and slightly clammy; it was impossible to tell whose nervousness was whose.

Suddenly, a thought struck Isadora. She tugged him to a stop.

Victor turned, a hint of concern in his voice. "What's wrong?"

Isadora bit her lip. "Before we register, shouldn't we sign a prenup or something?"

After all, their difference in wealth was pretty significant.

If—well, if they ever divorced, she'd be entitled to half his fortune.

dropped, low and serious. "Isadora, where do you

in his tone and stuck out her tongue

his arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close

his voice rang out, steady and certain, each word deliberate. "Listen to me, Isadora. In this life, unless I die, there's no way

...

a numbered ticket from the machine, and walked over

over

their paperwork carefully, then looked up. "Where's

and Isadora

They hadn't taken one!

was their first time registering

their faces,

"You can

photo next door, then

Jazed. She gestured t

me Back."

made their way to the photo

red backdrop and a

crisp, tailored white shirt and black trousers, his posture unusually upright and

on a loose blue-and-white dress-fresh, pretty,