Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 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 home for dinner, why didn’t you just tell me?”

Magnus just shrugged. “I thought I texted you back.”

What a joke.

Isadora’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.

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The afternoon meeting dragged on much longer than expected.

By the time Isadora 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.