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Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 165
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Chapter 166 Victor didn't even bother to look up. "Sorry, I'm colorblind." Mary frowned, piqued.

Was he just... completely uninterested? She had a body that could make most men weak at the knees-she'd gotten used to the stares, the flirtatious grins, even the occasional nosebleed. But Victor? Not even a flicker of interest.

Did he have any idea how many men would kill for a chance to tear that dress off her? Meanwhile, Magnus trailed closely behind Isadora, matching her every step.

Without warning, he reached out and spun her around, drawing her into his arms. In a smooth movement, he swept her straight onto the dance floor.

Isadora instantly tried to pull away, but tonight, the ballroom was packed with reporters-paparazzi just waiting to pounce on a headline. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention.

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She lowered her voice, her words edged with anger.

"What are you doing? Magnus, do you even realize what you're doing right now? This is harassment." He looked contrite. "I just wanted to talk to you. Really talk." Guests nearby noticed the striking couple gliding into the waltz, sparking a wave of murmurs and excitement.

Isadora's voice was cold, steely. "This relationship is ancient history. Your apologies don't mean anything toanymore." As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of Victor from the corner of her eye. He was watching them, his gaze icy and unreadable, like a winter storm about to break. Her heart clenched, unbidden. Even though she and Victor had no future together, she couldn't help but dread what he might be thinking.

Magnus's tone was earnest. "No, I love you. I don't want us to be over." Isadora's chill gave way to exasperation. "But I don't love you. I've told you a hundred times-there's nothing left between us!" Magnus noticed the way her eyes lingered on someone else. His voice grew tight. "You're in love with him, aren't you?" She said nothing. Something this personal didn't deserve an answer.

Magnus's eyes stung with unshed tears.

How could he not know her, after five years? He recognized that look in her eyes; he'd seen it before, when she'd looked at him with love.

"Isadora, whatever happens between us, I don't want to see you get hurt. You and Victor-he'll only break your heart." She shot him a wry smile. "Well, thanks for the concern, Magnus. Always so thoughtful, even as an ex." Victor's frosty stare swept over the dancing couples. His expression darkened, voice cold and flat as a winter lake.

"We're here to dance, aren't we? Let's go." Mary had just about given up when she heard Victor's low, rumbling voice beside her.

So he was making a move after all.

She gave him a slow, sultry smile.

Ah, playing hard to get-Mr. Fitzgerald certainly knew how to keep things interesting.

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Mary reached out, delicate fingers poised to rest in his palign. Before she could even touch him, Victor pulled exentouch her abruptly into the dance floor.

She stumbled, nearly twisting her ankle, but managed to catch them rhythm of the waltz her years of dance lessons finally paying off. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Fitzgerald, do you like it rough? Maybe later tonight you can showwhat you've got." When he didn't reply, Mary followed his gaze-Victor's dark, icy eyes were focused somewhere else.

She laughed lightly. "That's Wainwright over there, dancing with his lady-they look like a picture-perfect couple in those matching outfits." She leaned in, her voice a velvet purr. "But you and I would be even better together..." Just then, the music shifted, and the men on the dance floor spun their partners out in a tic arc.

Mary hadn't even finished her sentence when Victor released her with a swift movement, sending her twirling away.

In the next instant, a strong, familiar hand caught Isadora by the waist, drawing her into a solid, warm embrace.

She looked up-and found herself staring straight into Victor's eyesh They were dark, fathomless, and cold Er as the stormy sea.