EuropeNovelChapter 64 She missed him-desperately, in fact. Even though she was exhausted after wrapping up her latest project, she'd rushed straight from work to Magnus's house. She texted him on the way and spent the evening cooking a whole table's worth of food.
She could hardly wait for their dinner together.
But by eleven o'clock, her phone was still silent.
Even the housekeeper kept stepping out, glancing uneasily at Isadora, who sat alone at the sprawling dining table, disappointment written all over her face.
It was nearly midnight when Magnus finally walked through the door.
He took one look at the spread of now-cold dishes and simply frowned.
Isadora couldn't keep it in any longer. "If you weren't coming hfor dinner, why didn't you just tell me?" Magnus just shrugged. "I thought I texted you back." What a joke.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora's face went cold.
Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose, irritation heavy in his voice. "Isadora, I'm busy. If it's important, call me. Don't just send a message." Oh, please. Did he think she hadn't tried? His phone had been switched off! And yet, Victor was busy too-he was CEO of a major corporation. But at least he always made the effort to reply, even if just as a friend.
So, honestly, if someone loves you, how could they forget to respond, leaving you waiting all night? Thank God she was finally moving on.
The afternoon meeting dragged on much longer than expected.
By the tIsadora got back to Brocade Heights, it was nearly 8 p.m.
Her apartment was on the eighteenth floor, three units per floor.
When the elevator doors slid open, she spotted a familiar figure standing outside her door.
She blinked. Magnus.
He was still in his black suit, tie perfectly knotted, looking like he'd just walked out of a boardroom-sharp, imposing, and distant. His brows were drawn together, and there were dark circles under his eyes, as though he'd been waiting a long time.
What was he doing here? He'd always complained her place was too small, too cramped-he'd never visited before.
Even from a few feet away, she caught the strong scent of alcohol.
Isadora instinctively stepped back.
Magnus was arrogant enough on a good day; when he'd been drinking, his temper was even worse.
Was this because she'd hung up on him earlier? Was he here to make a scene? After a moment's hesitation, Isadora raised her phone and snapped a quick photo. She sent it to Elise with a wry grin.
*Guess who's at my door tonight? Looks like Magnus wants to apologize. Ha! Elise, looks like we're making up tonight. Hope you're jealous.* She tucked her phone away, resolved to just walk past him and unlock her door, pretending he didn't exist. Her heels echoed sharply in the corridor.
Magnus turned at the sound, fixing her with those intense, deep-set eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt had only been a few days, but she looked just as he remembered.
Or maybe not. There was a new energy to her, a confidence that outshone the shadows of their last fight.
Magnus didn't buy it. No way Isadora could be genuinely happy while they were breaking up. She had to be faking it.
But that act of hers felt like a slap in the face.
Isadora felt his stare burning into her, making her skin crawl She kept her head down determined to ignore him, and hurried to her door.
She fished for her keys, ready to unlock the door, when suddenly Magnus grabbed her hand-keys and altyanking her toward him. The keys clattered to the floor, and she stumbled, nearly falling against his chest. She shoved him away.
"Magnus, what the hell are you doing?" His dark eyes bored into her, voice low but strained. "Isadora, have you finished with your little scene yet?" She almost laughed at that.
A scene? In his eyes, everything she did was just "making a scene"-which was exactly why he didn't care. He always thought he could use his influence, use his investment in The Vaughan Group, to pressure her into backing down.
Isadora met his gaze, her voice icy. "You think this ismaking a scene?" Magnus let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Isn't it?"
"You know Victor and I are rivals, and you went to him for investment in the Vaughan family on purpose. Isadora, ΝΟ you're just trying to pissoff, to getto give in. You're getting better at playing games."
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